The time fluxes are getting a bit out of control, slipping a bit out of Nozdormu’s bronze claws, but to be honest, I can deal with a little time paradox.
Betrayer… In truth, it was I who was betrayed. Still, I am hunted. Still, I am hated. Now, my blind eyes see what others cannot. And sometimes the hand of fate must be forced! Now go forth… unleash the tides of Doom… Upon all those… Who would oppose us.
Illidan is one of the best dark heroes in the Warcraft universe, blending desire, ambition, rage, and hope into one package. While both Arthas and Illidan face the choice of humanity and power, Illidan ultimately chooses for love: of Tyrande, the forest, his people. I enjoyed this dungeon primarily for Illidan’s story: not purely the demon-hunter, nor the demon.
I also enjoyed seeing Tyrande out and about, reunited with her bow. While I’ve heard titters that Tyrande doesn’t really look like a priest, to that I say piffle. I would have loved to see her on her frostsaber, but I understand that trying to handle her cast animations astride a giant kitty might have been difficult.