In the vast expanse of the Gondor Deserts, where the sun beat down mercilessly upon the scorched earth, a dark presence stirred. Hidden amidst the shifting dunes, the Nazgûl lurked, their eerie forms swathed in tattered black robes. These once-great kings of men had been corrupted by the power of the One Ring, bound to the will of Sauron, the Dark Lord.
With their fell steeds, the Ringwraiths roamed the desolate landscape, their hollow eyes fixed upon the distant city of Minas Tirith.
