He wore a crown of steel, shining with a dark gleam, blending with the shadows that surrounded him. But between the sharp edge of the crown and his dark garments, there was something more terrifying than mere darkness: the gleam of deadly eyes, as if they embodied the end of everything, looking at the world with a gaze filled with hatred and destruction. He was the Lord of the Nazgûl, the Lord of Shadows, who knows neither mercy nor fear, ruling his realm in terrifying silence. This is the Sorcerer King of Angmar, who is invincible.