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**"