And now the day of judgment has come, which was predicted by Vala Namo Mandos. Battle of Battles. The end for Arda.

At that moment the Sun and Moon went out, darkness and cold set in, in which one could not survive. Suddenly and without warning. A moment of calm - and then a rain of scorching fragments of the Sun fell on the mortal lands. Screams, flashes, endless flames that signify a great end that cannot be stopped.

Arda is on Fire, as he promised. Even Ar-Pharazôn and his mortal warriors, who set foot on the land of Aman, who were imprisoned in the Caves of Oblivion will find their way out. And all because of his return. All those who were called 'evil' will rise up and fight against those who called themselves 'good'. Everyone except the elves, who without their physical shell are obliged to wait for the outcome of fate.

And at that moment a shadow fell on Valinor. Thick, enveloping darkness spread across the pure white fence. The Valar already knew everything - it was simply impossible not to understand what was happening. Soon the darkness began to take shape, forming a tall massive Ainur figure, behind which the darkness continued to swirl.

After thousands of years, silver eyes again saw the material world. Melkor. Morgoth. In the past, the eldest and most powerful of the Valar, who later fell in anger and evil, which he himself created. Melkor, who returned from the Halls of Night - the Void - again stands before the other Valar. He knows the outcome, but the thirst for revenge is too strong. A short pause before the fight. Melkor looks around slightly.

And there is no other way out. Dagor Dagorath will be fulfilled.