Deep within the Doomsday Volcano, Sauron's dark army was ready to make its final strike against Middle-earth. The towering black spire of his fortress flickered with an ominous red glow, like the call to war. On the ground, the soldiers were lined up in perfect formation, a relentless force slowly advancing toward Gondor, the most crucial human kingdom in Middle-earth.
Meanwhile, the air grew heavy, as if signaling the coming of a bloodbath. The drums of war echoed through the land, the banners waving in the wind as orcs and dark creatures swarmed, converging in waves. Sauron's will was like a sharp blade, cutting through all fear and hesitation, instilling terror in his enemies.
