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"It is not Orcish," the Wraith replied, his eyes narrowing. "It is a fail-safe. This fragment contains the second iteration of the third movement. Without it, our assault on the fortress will be a march into a slaughterhouse."
"Indeed," Celebrimbor said, looking toward the looming peaks of the fortress. "But there are many parts left to find before the picture is complete."
The Olog’s eyes turned a brilliant, ghostly blue. The "Archive" was safe, and now, they had a new carrier to lug it back to the rebel camp.
Should the next chapter focus on the to find the final archive fragment, or a full-scale siege using the information Talion just recovered?
With a nod from the Wraith, Talion shifted into the unseen world. Time slowed. He didn't just strike the Olog; he navigated the flow of the battle like a sequence of code being rewritten. He vaulted over the giant, planting a spectral dagger into its neck, and channeled the power of the New Ring.
The rain in Mordor didn’t wash things clean; it only turned the ash to a thick, choking sludge. Talion wiped the grime from his eyes, the cold spectral weight of Celebrimbor pressing against his mind. They were deep behind enemy lines in Seregost, and the "package" they were hunting wasn't a relic or an artifact. It was information—specifically, the encrypted battle plans of a high-ranking Overlord.
"The Uruks call it the 'Third Archive,'" Celebrimbor’s voice echoed, his shimmering form flickering beside Talion. "It is a collection of tactical movements, split into fragments to prevent a single traitor from seizing them all."
Talion parried a crushing blow, the ground cracking beneath his boots. "I’m the glitch that’s going to tear your machine down."
"It is not Orcish," the Wraith replied, his eyes narrowing. "It is a fail-safe. This fragment contains the second iteration of the third movement. Without it, our assault on the fortress will be a march into a slaughterhouse."
"Indeed," Celebrimbor said, looking toward the looming peaks of the fortress. "But there are many parts left to find before the picture is complete."
The Olog’s eyes turned a brilliant, ghostly blue. The "Archive" was safe, and now, they had a new carrier to lug it back to the rebel camp.
Should the next chapter focus on the to find the final archive fragment, or a full-scale siege using the information Talion just recovered?
With a nod from the Wraith, Talion shifted into the unseen world. Time slowed. He didn't just strike the Olog; he navigated the flow of the battle like a sequence of code being rewritten. He vaulted over the giant, planting a spectral dagger into its neck, and channeled the power of the New Ring.
The rain in Mordor didn’t wash things clean; it only turned the ash to a thick, choking sludge. Talion wiped the grime from his eyes, the cold spectral weight of Celebrimbor pressing against his mind. They were deep behind enemy lines in Seregost, and the "package" they were hunting wasn't a relic or an artifact. It was information—specifically, the encrypted battle plans of a high-ranking Overlord.
"The Uruks call it the 'Third Archive,'" Celebrimbor’s voice echoed, his shimmering form flickering beside Talion. "It is a collection of tactical movements, split into fragments to prevent a single traitor from seizing them all."
Talion parried a crushing blow, the ground cracking beneath his boots. "I’m the glitch that’s going to tear your machine down."