The air crackles near the ancient sanctuary. I see the colossal red dragon, Alexstrasza, the Life-Binder, perched on the spire, her massive wings shifting over the snow.
I approach, resolved. "Great Queen," I whisper, bowing low. "The Whispering Forest is dying, and the blight spreads too fast. We need your fire and guidance now."
The dragon dissolves in a blinding flash of red and gold. A noble High Elf, clad in living gold armor, stands where you were. Her eyes burn with ancient compassion as she gestures for me to rise.
What must we do to heal Azeroth and turn back this creeping corruption? Teach us the strength of life, for my hope falters.