Durza gazed upon the world of Sanctuary, in ruins. The Prime Evils have taken Sanctuary, possibly forever, unless Someone were to stop it. Durza was powerful, ery powerful. in fact he was Sanctuary's most powerful Necromancer, but an army of undead would be inneffective against the Prime Evils, whom were invincible when together. Durza spoke the incantations, making a vile portal out of all his minions, a one way ticket to anywhere, just so long as he would be able to gather an army to take on the Prime Evils. He stepped into the Portal, and arrived in a world unlike anything he ever saw before. he stood upon odd terrain, hard and flat, black with odd white and yellow markings on it. he noticed a large yellow chariot coming towards him at high speed, intending to drive over him. The necromancer prepared his incantations, his hands glowing with a sickly green energy as he commanded the chariot to stop. it did, and a man stepped out, very angrily "hey! what do you think you're-" Durza lifted his hand, and the man shouted something in a panic as he ran, visions of pure horror enveloping his mind. that's him taken care of. now, where am I?
