The Legionlord is often depicted as just a dreadlord, but it's far from it, he is a towering giant red-skinned Eredar with demonic wings, exposed chest and using ornamental gear, horned and with white hair , having four tendril like tentacles at the sides of his jaw and a small white goat beard in his chin, hoof legged with armored gold cloths as well as glowing neon yellow eyes with a scar on his right eyelid.

Having takes the fel flame from Sargeras and sacrificing his own world, Kiljaeden was the threat he can or could become, imposing, authoritative, tyrannical , a force of destruction, master and leader of the Burning Legion, he held no qualm in who he would manipulate to get what he wants.

Kiljaeden narrowed his glowing eyes at the small pedestal where he had heard the conversation of Kadgar and Verena, he clenched his claw, hearing of the failure of Guldan, and waves his arm, fading the imagery, but soon his face darkened.

"There are more ways to destroy one's enemy than with an army. Sometimes those ways are better." Kiljaeden grinned with cruelty as his eyes glowed, the burning legion of fel demons awaited for their orders.