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

“A convenient lie.”

Altaïr moved closer. Kyros flinched, then laughed—a dry, hopeless sound. “You think I fear death, Assassin? After what I’ve seen? The Apple’s whisper… it shows you the end of everything. Your brotherhood, your creed. Nothing is true. Everything is permitted. You permitted the Apple to be lost once. You let Al Mualim touch it.” psp games assassin's creed

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.

Altaïr picked up the obsidian disk. It was warm. A sibling to the Apple. A key, perhaps. He looked south, toward the distant mountains where the sea carved the cliffs. Kyros spun, knocking over a clay cup

The Wrath of the Fallen

For now.

Kyros was on the pier, hunched over a chart, muttering prayers to a God the Templars had twisted for their own greed. He was a thin, nervous man, his fingers stained with ink and fear.