Warcraft: Galactus Archmage of Quel'thalas

"When the Azeroth Star Soul chose you, did you ever think about it——" Kil'jaeden's projection tore through the sky, and the demon lord's voice was filled with rare surprise. Aster raised his head, the compound forbidden spell in his hand simultaneously flowing with ripples of arcane magic, evil energy, holy light and void, and smiled slightly: "Will I also swallow up the order you 'gave' me?"