Through Virtual Eyes

When those cultists tore my soul from my body and threw me into that eerie blue prison, I was nothing but a street rat. They thought they'd broken me. They had no idea who they were dealing with.
I clawed my way out, freed the Prophet, and fought my way through the Pact's ranks — doing the dirty work no one else would. Knives in backs, fire in faces… until the day I finally got my chance.
Now I'm back in Coldharbour. And this time, I didn't come alone. An army stands behind me — and we'll burn this place down until I have my soul back. You picked the wrong street rat, Molag Bal! This will be your downfall!