Delithia let out a yelp as they were teleported and looked around in wide-eyed wonder.<span style="color: #0080ff">"It... that's..." </span>She put her hands to the bubble and looked around unable to form any coherent sentences. When Order transformed she shielded her eyes and clapped excitedly, even bouncing up and down a little.<span style="color: #0080ff">"So... beautiful.... so glorious... I need to paint this! I... I don't even know the proper colors to express all of this. This is too wonderful to ever fully capture on canvas."</span><br/><br/>Lylithe Bitterwinds sat reading a journal that didn't belong to her at a desk in the Stormwind prisons, her massive runebalde leaning against the wall beside her.<span style="color: #b35900">"Who the fuck are you supposed to be? My family's dead, I killed that degenerate and her filthy Troll lover long ago."</span>She didn't even look up from the journal. The Death Knight jumped and tried to pull her blade back from Order.<span style="color: #b35900">"What are you doing!? Release my blade at once, you moron!"</span>She let out a snarl as her mind was invaded. Lylithe's memories of her past life had all been corrupted by Undeath leaving her with a heavily skewed idea of her own past. After being freed from the Lich King's control she was recruited by the Stormwind Army and turned into a weapon against the Horde, or anyone her commander disagreed with, judging by the number of souls from Alliance races being released from her weapon.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>