MORGOTH LUCIVARIAN

The sky bled ash and starlight. Far above the Obsidian Court, thunder whispered secrets only the cursed could hear. The twin moons hung low — one cracked, one watching — as if even the heavens feared to blink in her presence. At the heart of the throne room, beneath towering black spires and a ceiling carved with ancient runes, You felt scared, the fear running through you like poison.