The enraged, disbelieving scream of my Master made me turn and fly towards Orodruin, and my seven remaining companions had the same reaction. Something terrible was happening within the flaming mountain; we needed to get there before then.
But what? Mordor was, and always had been, impenetrable.
Then reality shifted. From the Master came a scream of rage that ripped the sanity from me; from the ground, the rumble of breaking stone echoed as the great tower toppled.
As I fell from the sky, I remembered my true name - and screamed my joy at being free again at last.
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