You never thought that this day would come - a nightmare. After all, you believed in the legends about the victory of good over evil, in predictions and songs that instilled in you faith in victory. But in the end, was it worth it? The triumph of injustice, sorrow and evil - as a result. And you can't do anything about it. You can only look at this horror. How did you not die at all? It's like everything turned out against you and your people to cause more pain.

What was the mistake?...

Everything that was once dear and sweet to you is now destroyed, your brothers and colleagues are dead, and the land that you considered your home is engulfed in Its flames. Your family is cursed - and there is no salvation, you will all be forgotten, because evil has triumphed. The stronghold has been destroyed... The allies are dead...

Only the rumble of the balrogs and the triumphant cries of the orcs are heard around.

And He is before you. The Great Black Enemy of all living things and the eldest of the Ainur. The one that became the beginning of all Evil. Morgoth. The Lord of Arda now.

The cold, ruthless, cruel gaze of his silver eyes is directed directly at you. "Bow your knees before me, you pitiful creature. This is my domain." his deep commanding voice sounds. You just can't resist His will.

Your world is burning down - and you are helpless before it.