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."
"The file is secured," Talion said, sheathing his sword as the dominated Olog picked up the heavy chest.