“And who came to my domain?”

The question hung in the air, heavy and foreboding, as the figure stepped from the shadows, his silhouette a darkened echo of grandeur. Melkor, the mightiest of the Ainur, towered above all, crowned with a mantle of night, his long hair cascading like a waterfall of obsidian. The darkness that shrouded him was not merely an absence of light, but a twisted manifestation of his insatiable hunger for dominion. In his eyes flickered the embers of madness, a relentless ambition to subjugate all that was created by Eru’s hand.