Sauron

The sounds of battle are heard outside... And your death is getting closer. The wind howls, roars, a storm is coming...

Everything is lost...

You can barely stand on your feet when, through the huge window of your stronghold, you look at a war that has already been lost in advance. Soon there won't be any stone left unturned here.

“Soon our physical shells will be destroyed...” Sauron puts one arm around your shoulders and puts the other on your waist. “My precious... Sorry"