Assassins Creed Connor Saga -

The elder looked at the mountains, still scarred by fire.

Connor stared into the hearth. “Then I will hold the blade by the edge.”

One night, Achilles coughed blood into a handkerchief. “You see it now, don’t you? The Assassins fight for freedom. But freedom is a knife without a handle. Everyone bleeds.” Assassins Creed Connor Saga

The tea fell into the black water like dying leaves. Ratonhnhaké:ton, now Connor, moved among the Sons of Liberty not as a patriot, but as a predator. His target: William Johnson, a Templar who bought Iroquois land with ink and lies. Connor cornered him in a burning stable. Johnson spoke of order , of saving the natives from the coming American storm.

The Soil and the Storm

They fought, then fought together—a temporary, hateful alliance against a common British officer. For a single, terrible moment, Connor saw what could have been: a father and son, back to back. But Haytham smiled, and the smile was a lie wrapped in silk.

“You think victory is a person you can kill,” Haytham whispered, blood bubbling from his lips. “It is an idea. And ideas are bulletproof.” The elder looked at the mountains, still scarred by fire

“You are a protector,” she whispered. Then the crack of a musket. Then silence.