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“The ‘one from the sea’ is dead. I killed him three nights past. Who else knows of the fragment?”

The trail led to a hidden cove, where a ramshackle pier jutted into the turquoise water. Three guards patrolled. One, a brute in heavy plate, leaned against a crate, picking his teeth. Another, an archer, dozed on a barrel. The third—a scout—paced the shore. psp games assassin's creed

Kyros spun, knocking over a clay cup. “He said you would come. The one from the sea. The one with the broken nose.” “The ‘one from the sea’ is dead

The Cypriot sun bleached the stone walls of Limassol, but it could not bleach the blood from Altaïr Ibn-La’had’s memory. The Apple of Eden was safe, for now, clenched in a leather pouch at his side. But its whispers were a constant itch at the back of his mind. Three guards patrolled

He tucked the disk into his pouch, next to the Apple. Two pieces of a broken god. He would find her. He would end her. And if the whispers grew too loud…

The hidden blade snapped into place. A single, brutal punch to the throat, then the blade’s kiss. The brute crumpled without a sound.

He had no doubt who “she” was. The rumors of a Templar woman—more scholar than soldier, more ghost than woman—had haunted Cyprus for a month. Her name was a whisper: Alexia . She did not seek power. She sought understanding. And that, Altaïr knew, was far more dangerous.