Midnight thickened like ink as I opened the system's Summoning Interface.
Monthly Summons Available• 1 Item• 1 Creature(Structures locked – System Points required)
I selected Item first. Something strategic. Something iconic.I spoke the name with reverence and hunger fused together:
"Minas Ithil… Palantír."
The air warped.
Glass formed from shadow and starlight — a perfect black sphere, surface smooth enough to reflect both truth and lies. Cold power thrummed beneath its skin.
Item Acquired: Palantír of Minas Ithil (The Ithil-stone)
I lifted it with both hands — heavier than it looked, as if weighed by history.System text flickered:
Minas Ithil Palantír・Views distant locations and past events・Communicates with other seeing stones・Can dominate weak or untrained minds・Orientation currently fixed: England・Influence range scalable as Template Progress increases
A tool worthy of a Dark Lord.
It would allow me to spy on Hogwarts, the Ministry, Dumbledore… even Voldemort.Sauron once saw across all Middle-earth through such stones — England was nothing.
A small smile crept across my lips.
"One step closer to omniscience."
I set the stone down carefully, like placing a heart into a sleeping body.
Now for the creature summon.
Options flickered — Balrog (locked), Nazgûl (locked), Wargs (insufficient template)…But one name shone like corruption:
Gollum
Once a halfling, twisted by centuries of obsession with the One Ring.Pathetic… but useful.
I confirmed the summon.
A shriek tore through the system space — a sick, wet, choking sound.His hunched form appeared—pale, veined skin stretched thin over bones,eyes enormous and feral.
He hissed. I ignored his ramblings.
Creature Summoned: GollumBonus: +5% Sauron Template Progress
Template Progress: 25% → 30%
Power surged.A new line etched itself into my abilities:
Ring of Shadows — Invisibility and Cloaking Enhancements(Partial Ring Power Unlocked)
Useful. Very useful.
Gollum blinked up at me, trembling but fascinated by the aura I exuded — familiar to him, like a nightmare long remembered.
"Precious? Precious Master?" he croaked.
"No," I said coldly. "I am not your master. I am your fate."
And with a flicker of intent—
I teleported him away.Random location.
Azkaban Prison.
Where he arrived screaming into a den of Dementors.Let the world uncover that horror on its own time.Let rumors spread like rot.
I turned my back without another thought.
Gollum was never a warrior… but he was a storyteller.A messenger of madness.
The first seed of legend now planted.
The wind carried frost as I lifted the Palantír once more.Mist within the stone parted — showing distant torches, stone walls, ghostly figures.
Azkaban's gloom.
And there — Gollum, already scuttling into shadows, Dementors gliding hungrily toward him.His screams echoed through the stone…
But I set that aside.I had more important targets.
The view shifted — sweeping across the map of England like a predator scanning prey.
And then — Hogwarts.
A fortress of light.A symbol of hope.A cage of children destined for war.
I whispered to the Palantír:
"Soon… you will see more than light."
The stone pulsed, as if eager.
I was Auron Soran in records…but the world would learn another name.
Sauron.
A name that would spread not through fear alone,but through legend.
Tonight, a stone and a wretch were enough.
Tomorrow… England would tremble.