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“Who?”

Altaïr moved. Not with the brash fury of his youth, but with the cold economy of a master. The scout vanished first, pulled into the shadow of an overturned dory, a swift blade to the ribs. The archer never woke; a throwing knife lodged in his throat before his next breath. The brute heard the gurgle, turned, and saw only a flicker of white and red. psp games assassin's creed

Kyros kicked the iron chest. It slid toward Altaïr, lid popping open. Inside was not a map, but a small, obsidian disk—cold, smooth, and humming with a silent, terrible energy. “Who

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 archer never woke; a throwing knife lodged