The Witch-king of Angmar: Lord of the Nazgûl, Destroyer of Kingdoms
A chilling wind swept throughout the plains, carrying with it the stench of dying and despair. Earlier than the towering gates of Minas Tirith, a determine clad in black loomed, his presence a palpable darkness that suffocated hope. His crown, a grotesque mockery of kingship, appeared to drink within the fading gentle. This was the…