A thousand miles away in Mordor, dark clouds hung low, and sinister shadows loomed.
Busy at Mount Doom, Sauron stared at the body before him with unwavering concentration.
Hideous, terrifying, evil, and dark-Sauron was pleased with his new body. It had taken him more than half a year of work and over a thousand years of planning.
One glance would make a mortal tremble in terror. Even Half-orcs would recoil from facing such a vicious visage.
That was just what Sauron liked. Ruling the world through fear had always been his ambition.
Just then, a faint apparition suddenly appeared beside the Lord of Mordor.
"Master, Dol Guldur has fallen to the enemy."
Holmras's face appeared within the apparition. The peculiar power of the Nazgûl had preserved a sliver of his soul, allowing him to return to his master.
Fire blazed behind the hideous mask, as though eager to devour souls. With a sweep of his horribly spiked right hand, Sauron drew Holmras's soul into the One Ring.
Sauron did not care whether the enemy captured Dol Guldur. As long as the evil power he had left there when building the castle remained, no one could truly possess it.
As long as the Ring remained, as long as his soul endured, that place would forever belong to the Dark Lord.
"Aah!"
The piercing cry rang out from Mount Doom and spread across all of Mordor. It heralded Sauron's true return. No longer would he have to play the role of a great eye, effectively imprisoned in the tower of Barad-dûr.
Now he would lead his armies through the Black Gate and reclaim the lands that had once been his. Gondor, Rohan, Eriador, and even Rhovanion-all of Middle-earth had once been his domain. His former titles had included the Lord of the