Talion adjusted his grip on Urfael. Below, the fortress of hummed with the movement of an orc legion. At its center stood Suladan , a towering figure draped in tattered black robes, his presence a void that seemed to swallow the torchlight.
"The Ring-wraith Suladan waits below," Celebrimbor whispered, his voice a chorus of hollow echoes. "He was a king once. Now, he is but a vessel for Sauron’s will. To break the Dark Lord's hold on this region, we must first break his most loyal servant". Middle.Earth.Shadow.of.War.part10.rar
The air in the pass was thick with the stench of grog and charred orc-flesh. Talion stood on a jagged outcrop, his breath misting in the cold Mordor night. Beside him, the spectral form of Celebrimbor flickered like a dying blue flame. Talion adjusted his grip on Urfael
The blue light of the wraith-world erupted. The orcs nearby recoiled, blinded by the brilliance. For a moment, the two spirits—man and wraith—struggled for control over the fallen king's mind. The history of Suladan’s fall flashed before Talion: the golden halls, the gift of the ring, and the slow, agonizing corruption. To break the Dark Lord's hold on this
