In another realm…full of darkness, illuminated only by the light from a fire. A giant rock is floating in the darkness, slow and menacing, with a cloaked figure sitting atop it. The figure stares intently at the burning wood in front of him, enchanted by the delicate movements of the fire. Not a sound escapes from him, only the sound of crackling wood.

A voice calls out from a hole behind him, "Master!".

The man turns around, and as he does, a small troll climbs out of the hole. The troll coughs out before falling to the ground next to its master.

"I-I have great news…" the troll begins, weakly.

The man stares at his servant plainly and signals for it to continue.

"The Sorcerer has been defeated!" The servant yells before succumbing to another fit of coughs.

The man's eyes widen in surprise. He immediately gets up and climbs down into the hole. Upon reaching the lower level, he is greeted to a crowd of troll servants who all cheer with glee upon seeing him. Out of the crowd emerges a far larger troll with armor. It walks to the man and bows down.

"Master Kordo" the troll begins. "It brings me great pleasure to inform you that the Ninja of Norrisville has defeated the Sorcerer, sir.

Kordo speaks, "How long has it been, Mal?"

"My informants have told me it's been around a week since the Ninja defeated him".

Kordo looks over at the now silent crowd. "All of You! Go back into your chambers and await further instructions!" he yells and crowd quickly disperces. He looks over to Mal "Follow me, we have much to discuss."

The pair proceed down a long hallway and enter a circular room. In it lies walls of ancient books and scrolls, with a small table in the middle. They sit down and begin their chat.

Mal starts first "Pariah Dark, The Dark Dragon, and The Sorcerer have all been defeated. The dark energies that has bounded us to this realm are now gone".

"At last" Kordo begins. "700 years we've been trapped here. Clockwork and The Dragon Council were foolish in thinking they could get rid of me forever. To think that their so-called Ninja's could defeat me". Kordo smirked as he remembered that eventful day. The look of joy those fools had as he apparently burned to ashes.

"What's our next move sir?."

"Going to Mortal Realm will certainly alert the Council to our presence. As such our next stop will be the Ghost Zone". Kordo stood up and clenched his fist, creating a portal above the table. "Have our spies set up the meeting with the Halfa?"

"Yes. Vlad Plasmius has agreed to meet us at coordinates 7-B6 in the Ghost Zone".

"Excellent. Round up our forces, we'll be leaving in an hour".

"Yes Sir, but one more thing. I must remind you that, upon leaving this realm, the power that we stole from the Ninja's long ago to help us survive this place will return them".

"That is fine Mal" Kordo said with a laugh. "The power the Ninja's will get back is nothing compared to the energy I've acquired".

"Understood".

And with that, Mal left the room, leaving Kordo to ponder in his thoughts.

Kordo sat back down, staring into the portal of the Ghost Zone with a smile on his face.

"Finally, at long last the Mortal Realm will be mine…"