For now.
But Kyros was already gone. The light left his eyes, and his body slid off the blade like a discarded cloak. psp games assassin's creed
Kyros’s eyes darted to a small iron chest by his feet. “No one. It’s finished. The knowledge dies with me.” For now
“Who?”
“You are too late,” Kyros whispered, and drew a hidden blade of his own—crude, rusty, but sharp enough. He charged. Kyros’s eyes darted to a small iron chest by his feet
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.
The words were a blade of their own. Altaïr’s jaw tightened. The failure of his Mentor, the betrayal, still stung.