It was night, the desert sky was dark blue, the white moon lit the sandy plain with beautiful light as far as the eye could see. A tall dark man clad in white and golden robes took in the breathtaking sight, he closed his eyes feeling the great power withheld in the desert's infinite sands. In his left hand he held a silver scythe, his weapon through many battles, in his right he held a golden helm shaped like that of a black dog. Behind him stood the King of the Haradrim, his crown high and decorated with long feathers, a large necklace surrounded his neck, lined with the teeth of lions, he held a giant Septar with the claws of sabretooths jutting out from its head.

He watched the dark man waving his hands, summoning forth the great army of Anubis, God of the Underworld, the sand before them began to churn and sway as their particles began to form a shape, the dark man still closing his eyes. "Behold, The Warriors of Anubis!" The dark man bellowed, the Harad King's eyes widened, his gaze met a monster, half dog, half man, golden armorments covered the back of its head and chest, in its hands it held a short staff with two crescent blades complimenting each tip. It crouched down then slowly stood up, its dog like head bowed, its eyes closed. It lifted its head and slowly opened its dark gray eyes, it spoke with a corroded and dark voice ,"We are yours to command...:"

Behind him more Anubis warriors began to form from the sands, the King watched as thousands of them stood up, all of them here to serve him. "Zasalamel, you have done what I have asked, and now for you reward." The King handed his septer to the dark man called Zasalamel, he took it in his hand, draining its power, his golden eye beginning to glint. He turned to the king and said," Enslave the Sword, take its power, kill all who get in your way." Then he melted into the sand, the King bowed. With these new warriors, the Harad would reinforce their armies to the north, assisting Mordor in their assault of the Rohirum, Gondor and the three feuding nations, after that the other smaller empires would fall easily, nothing could stop them, not even Nightmare.