Arthas' impact against the ceiling was truly overwhelming.
The force required to throw someone of Arthas' size and muscle density was immense, and what made it even more frightening was that he was stuck in the ceiling of the chamber for a few seconds.
While everyone was still digesting the scene, Arthas finally fell and the one who caught him was one of the guards, who ran to help him.
"Captain Arthas!" The man shouted his friend's name in desperation, as the other guards prepared to face the ruthless Morgaroth.
Morgaroth laughed, pleased with their surprise attack, and threw Arthas' sword to the ground with contempt. "It is a fine weapon. Whoever forged it is certainly skilled."
Morgaroth seemed to be invulnerable, imbued with a power beyond human comprehension. He certainly wasn't just anyone considering he didn't even appear to have broken a sweat. His presence dominated the environment, filling it with a dark aura.