Gladiaxa You reach the top of the stairs. Melkor is sitting there on his throne, sipping from his coffee.
"You know why I made this tower so tall? Not because I wish it to reflect my might, but because I enjoy a good view."
The Dark Lord still did not turn his eyes away from the landscape. He takes another sip from his hot coffee.
"You want some too?"
He points at some more coffee standing on a little table.