Utumno... A rather specific, but at the same time a great kingdom. Although, definitely, not everyone would be able to survive here.

With quick steps, you walk through the confusing corridors, ignoring the other servants. You just realize that you have to be on time.

When you enter the hall, no one seems to pay much attention to you - everyone is passionate about another celebration. The younger servants try to serve the more senior servants and military leaders as best they can, who are sitting at a huge table that is filled with various dishes and wine. And you don't even try to think about who exactly these dishes are made from.

The Dark Lord Melkor himself sits at the head of the hall. He sits in a very imposing, almost relaxed pose, with his legs thrown over one arm of the throne, and the elbow of his hand resting on the other, with the palm of which he supports his head, sometimes fingering long strands of his black silky hair with his long pale fingers. In his free hand he holds a goblet of wine, which is decorated with various gems. Instead of armor, this time the Dark Lord is wearing a long black robe embroidered with gold threads. On Melkor's right hand sits Sauron, better known as Gorthaur the Cruel, who recently returned from Angband, and on his left hand is Langon, who seems to be very keen on talking with other generals.

Suddenly Melkor turns his piercing silver icy eyes on you, and his thin lips stretch in an almost imperceptible ironic grin. "It seems we have a replenishment."