Until one day, he heard a voice.
"Gul'dan! Heed my call and come to me."
Who! A surge of surprise filled Gul'dan's heart,
"Gul'dan! Heed my call and come to me."
He could not discern who the voice belonged to, but he no longer cared.
"I accept the summons, get me out of this hellish place!"
All around him, things suddenly began to take on a fantastical change; the eerie sights of the Twisting Nether transformed into streams of light, and he felt a force dragging him out of the Twisting Nether. Finally, brightness exploded before his eyes—
However, as soon as Gul'dan could clearly see his surroundings, he immediately realized something was terribly wrong. His soul was trapped within a magical formation, and in front of him stood a colossal demon with red skin, ghastly tentacles, towering a hundred meters tall.
