Once reached the exact center of his circle shaped territory, Melkor grabs a spear. Not his usual black one, this was more like blackened silver.
He hits the center with the spear which is now stuck there. Lines of metal begin crawling over the ground in a strange pattern. And then... It rises.
An enormous tower is formed, higher than the mountains that are the very borders of the domain. On top of this tower stands a throne where the Dark Lord sits. He stretches his arm, and waves it in every direction. four equally devided landscapes are formed.
The first quarter is a lush land with many trees, bushes and beasts. The second one is snowy with tall hills, the third is filled with holes in the ground, caverns large enough to fit hundreds of dragons.
And the fourth one, is perhaps the most impressive one. similar to Sokeyr's lands this place is filled with lavastreams and magma geisers. The only beast roaming and gaurding this place is a large fire golem.
At last the Dark Lord shouts in an unknown language. Three balrogs almost instantly warp to him. They are ready to fulfill their role as bodyguard.