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.
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. Middle.Earth.Shadow.of.War.part10.rar
Talion surged forward, the power of the surging through his veins. He didn't just want to kill the wraith; he wanted to dominate him. As their blades locked, the world slowed. Celebrimbor’s spectral hands reached out, overlapping Talion’s. "SUFFER ME NOW!" The blue light of the wraith-world erupted
"You fight for a dead kingdom, Ranger," Suladan hissed, the sound like dry leaves skittering over stone. The history of Suladan’s fall flashed before Talion:
With a final, shattering surge of will, the Nazgûl’s resistance broke. Suladan fell to his knees, the void in his eyes replaced by a submissive, pale blue glow. The Uruks watched in terror as their commander stood, not as a general of Sauron, but as a puppet of the Bright Lord.
The attack was a blur of steel and shadow. Talion leaped from the cliffs, a ghost in the darkness. He moved with a speed no mortal could match, his blade finding the gaps in heavy Uruk armor. But Suladan was prepared. With a wave of his hand, the Nazgûl unleashed a wave of necro-fire that threw Talion backward.
