The magic that had so transformed him had washed past Terra without effect, but not without notice. She staggered a step before halting in their walk, dizzied, trying to right the world around her. With the heavy dark of Illidan's usual magic cleared away, it was almost like falling out of a dark pit into moonlight. Not brilliant like the day, but light enough to make an unworldly difference.

With the change as drastic as that, Terra should have been prepared to see some great change in Illidan himself, but she was not; his most distinctive features were gone, and if she had not been walking beside him this whole time, she might not have even recognized him.

Even then, she was uncertain. Terra had to take a step back to look him over, eyebrows bending for her concentration. "... Illidan?" she asked, almost expecting to be wrong.