The Witch-king of Angmar had grown so strong that he believed was as indestructible as Sauron. The words of the elf remained in his mind, fooling him down through the years. His power was almost infinite! He had been what he now was for so long that he no longer remembered this name, or even that he’d had one.
This battle for his lord was just more of many. Soon, Sauron would regain his Ring, his power, and would reign supreme, the Witch-king by his side.
One more battle.
Minas Tirith would fall. Sauron would rise.
And so would he.