Medivh stood before a gigantic gate-like structure, his face grim. On each pillar flanking the gate was carved a humanoid statue in robes, its face completely hidden beneath a hood, one hand resting on a longsword.
At the center of the Dark Portal, green fel energy churned, slowly filling the entire frame and igniting dark green Fel Fire. Then it turned black, resembling the starry sky at night.
The energy began to rotate slowly, and the endless starry expanse violently contracted, as though another world were guiding the way.
With a thunderous boom, the endless stars within the portal suddenly expanded, revealing a blood-red world on the other side.
That world was decaying, falling apart. Its seas had vanished, and its continents floated through the endless void like Floating Islands. Flames and magma spewed from its red surface, while the sky was no longer blue, instead resembling a chaotic cosmic current.
Before the Dark Portal on the other side, Gul'dan stood watching the tide-like masses of Orcs below.
"A new world has opened! Pass through this gate and seize a new homeland for the Horde!" Gul'dan roared.
Warchief Blackhand stepped forward as well, his thunderous roar echoing throughout the entire Orc army.
"That world has inexhaustible resources! Enough for us Orcs to grow strong! The creatures there are weak and fragile! Enough for us Orcs to slaughter as we please!" With that, he raised his weapon and pointed it at the Dark Portal.
"Horde! Attack!!!"
Ooo~~~ ooo~~ oooo~~~
A mournful horn sounded, and endless Orcs began charging toward the Dark Portal.
Durotan led his Frostwolf Clan amid the surging horde, doing his best to restrain his clansmen and keep them moving slowly.
"Draka! Draka! Get over here! Don't charge so far ahead! Be careful of the child in your belly!"