"Do you think the Holy Church will win, Alleria?" Sylvanas, the middle sister, asked uncertainly.
As members of a long-lived race, they naturally knew about the catastrophe in their people's history. Their abuse of the Well of Eternity had drawn an invasion by the Burning Legion, bringing Azeroth to the brink of destruction. Only the combined efforts of all Azeroth's races had allowed them to withstand that disaster.
Yet according to the intelligence the Holy Church Sisters had shared with Alleria, this calamity was no less terrifying than the last, and she could faintly discern the demons' hand behind it.
"I believe in them. They will achieve victory in the end," Alleria answered firmly, without hesitation.
"That's right! They're incredibly strong!" Vereesa waved her little fists and nodded in agreement.
"I just don't know whether those demons will covet our people's Well of Eternity again this time." After what her younger sister had said, Alleria's heart immediately grew heavy.
She remembered that, to transport themselves to Azeroth, the demons apparently needed to find an enormous source of energy and establish a portal. Few places met those requirements, and the easiest to find was the Well of Eternity currently held by the High Elves. If the Lordaeron Undead Army was the prelude to a demonic invasion, her kingdom would certainly not escape the coming disaster.
At that thought, Alleria could no longer remain calm. "No, I have to find a way to warn His Majesty the Sun King. Our people must be on their guard." She hurriedly prepared to return to Quel'Thalas.
"Wait, Alleria! Those arrogant old fools won't listen to anything you have to say right now." The levelheaded Sylvanas quickly stopped her elder sister.
"But what else can we do?" Alleria knew her sister was right. Those old men