Release

"Argh!" Talion grunted while holding his chest, seemingly in incredible pain.

"Hurry.... Celebrimbor!" He pleaded.

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Celebrimbor was walking around what you would call something like the soul of Talion, he saw nothing but red and pulsing into blue.

The wraith quickly spotted some sort of creature, with their powers seemingly being sucked into it.

He grabbed his sword and aimed to stab at it, he lunged and just as it was about to stab, it bursted as his blade passed right through.

A blue pulsing red like substance scattered and began forming into a humanoid.

He became an exact copy of Celebrimbor, though it looked to be a much younger looking version.

The newly born virus was dubbed as Bluelight or simply Light virus, with powers of the Prototype and also of Celebrimbor.

The original wraith charged and swung his sword which hit as it sliced his head.

Much to the shock of Celebrimbor, tendrils formed on the severed head and reattached itself to it's body.

The virus turned and looked at him, with a bit of curiousity as one of it's arms turned into a Claw.

"Oh.... shit." Celebrimbor cursed and prepared for the fight.

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Meanwhile, in the real world....

"Nghh.... Guh.... AHHHHH!" Talion screamed out, as he puked out a red substance similar to the fake Celebrimbor's origins.

"Ha... Ha... Is it done, Celebrimbor?" He asked the wraith, to which he was met with silence.

"Celebrimbor?" He called out once again, but the moving organ looking substance moved and stacked onto each other.

The virus formed into another copy, but this time it's Talion.

"Huh... So you were the problem, I guess I'll have to take care of you myself then." The ranger unsheathed the longsword from his back and swung at the virus in a downwards motion, which it blocked with one of it's hands.

Sparks appeared where he hit and saw that a some form of solid material formed onto the spot where it hit, he quickly backed off.

"It seems you're alot tougher than I thought." He concluded as power surged in his legs and ran at full speed, back to Minas Ithil and sought to wrought this creature onto the Nazgûl.

The newly formed virus ran at full speed as well at the ranger captain, unluckily for Talion, the virus was atleast twice as fast as him.

Seeing the virus gaining ground on him, fast. He cursed out a 'damn' and used his experience to win this game of tag.

He jumped onto a tree, as the virus did the same thing and Talion grabbed onto the wood which jumped to another one.

He continued doing this seeing as it kept their distance steady, but he suddenly saw that the virus gained much more ground on him. Unknown to him, it was thanks to the adaptability of it's predecessor, the Blacklight virus.

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Once again, in the soul of Talion...

Celebrimbor barely managed to dodge to the left from a right slash as he backed off and fought defensively.

'This bastard is all around much stronger than me, my combat experience being the only thing allowing me to keep fighting...' The wraith thought, never once thinking on going the offensive as he saw the regeneration, and also the sheer power of this creature.

He mainly dodged, sometimes block if it allowed him. Since he once tried to block an attack to which he was sent flying, other attacks just pinned him onto one knee though.

He barely managed to land hits, even though it all had been weak and fast ones since the creature shrugged all of it off as it wouldn't allow him to attack much stronger ones.

The creature lunged at him, he rolled to the side and materialized his bow to which he fired multiple shots.

The virus grabbed two and looked on in fascination of it, while the others hit and to the hope of Celebrimbor, interfered with the regeneration.

But then he saw the arrows it was holding and the ones that hit it were being sucked into the copy until it was completely submerged into it's body.

'Seems I have no possible way of hurting it...' He pondered on how to remove this creature out of Talion's soul, he chose to consult Talion about this and hope he has a plan for it.

"Talion! There's a monster inside of your soul! I have no way of damaging it, we need a plan on stopping this!" He shouted out, when he finished, the virus launched itself onto him again.

'You too? There's one hot on my tail, I puked him out and it turned into me.' Talion communicated with Celebrimbor.

"I am currently! Fighting with a copy of me!" He said inbetween dodges from the attacks.

'Hold on then, I will get us to Minas Ithil quick to release these onto Sauron!' Talion concluded, as he began trying to find more shortcuts to the way there, and finessing the copy of himself.

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"MY KING!" A gondorian knight shouted out onto the retreating figure of Alex, he saw him enter a cave and shortly return back to the battlefield.

"Return him, you foul creature!" A gondorian soldier demanded and charged at him.

He dodged to the side, grabbed the gondorian's nape and aimed him right hand near the stomach as if he was about to impact his fist.

Tendrils formed around him right arm as it transformed into a claw and stabbed the gondorian in the stomach, which he coughed out blood and fell to the ground.

With the terrifying display of the Prototype's power, they lost morale, but nonetheless sought to fight to the death.

Sweat dripping inside their armor, gripping their weapons tightly. They charged, mainly at Alex and others at his army.

Seemingly forgetting the Dark Lord's presence, the Nazgûl screeched out.

The Men looked back and froze in place, as if finally remembering Sauron and his servants.

Most of them fell down on their knees, some emptied their bladder and some released their feces, creating a foul odor mixing with the blood of Men and orcs.

"Please! Spare me!" While some begged for mercy onto both Dark lord and Alex as they knelt.

Alex looked on the hopeless Men, "Ngh!" He grunted as innumerable amount of tendrils appeared which attached itself onto the Men, they were then pulled by it towards Alex while leaving behind some blood.

They were instantly consumed by Alex.

A flame ingulfed Sauron and a white haired elf appeared, taking on his Annatar form since the Dark Warrior form took too much energy out of him without the ring.

He extended his right hand and aimed his palm towards the sky, as if offering Alex something.

"Join me, you can have power beyond your limits, as together.... Middle Earth shall fall before us." He said in a voice with slight echo.

Alex placed a hand on his chin, contemplating.

"How about...." Blacklight trailed off as a smirk formed on his face, "No."

"Then die." The Dark lord said simply, while a burst of flames erupted and his former form of the Dark Warrior Sauron had appeared.

'I merely have to wait now, that virus of mine should have escaped. Once I make that part of me obey, then shall too will this battle be won.' He planned as his fists turned into his musclemass power.

"Time for a new dark lord to rise." He taunted, smirk still on his face.