When you peer into the Eye, images of a great battle fill your mind.
This terrifying conflict appears to be taking place somewhere in Lordaeron.
You can barely make out a lone female figure, standing amidst a thousand corpses, fending off a sea of Scourge. She is hopelessly outnumbered.
Tendrils of light escape her hands, cutting through undead by the hundreds.
All for naught, it would seem. Moments later the priestess is swarmed by the corpses of the peasants that were surrounding her... The fallen have risen.