A traitor has torn Jil’s band apart, and now the remaining climbers must regroup to save their allies. As the Tower transforms around them, the streets of Uruk are caught up in a violent riot of revolution.
I hate these stiff, formal greetings.
.كم أكره هذه التحيات الصارمة والرسمية
Ich hasse förmliche Begrüßungen.