A cannonball splashed fifty yards to port. The Morrigan heeled hard as another shot screamed past.

“All batteries. Fire on my mark.”

“The Creed is flawed,” Shay whispered into the wind. “Nothing is true. Everything is permitted. But what if the truth is that some people should not have that freedom?”

Shay lowered the glass. He didn’t shout. He didn’t curse. He simply gave one order:

Shay Cormac stared at the churning Atlantic from the prow of the Morrigan . Ice clung to the rigging like the fingers of the dead. Six months ago, he had been an Assassin, sworn to protect free will. Now, the Templars called him brother, and his former allies called him traitor.

Through his spyglass, Shay saw the Aquila — the Assassin flagship. At its helm, his old friend Liam O’Brien.

This was no longer a war of hidden blades and shadows. This was a purge by gunpowder and ice.

The Lisbon earthquake had broken something in him — not just his body, but his faith. He had seen the artifact, the Precursor box, crack the earth open. Thousands dead. And the Assassins? They called it collateral damage .

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A cannonball splashed fifty yards to port. The Morrigan heeled hard as another shot screamed past.

“All batteries. Fire on my mark.”

“The Creed is flawed,” Shay whispered into the wind. “Nothing is true. Everything is permitted. But what if the truth is that some people should not have that freedom?” Download Assassins Creed - Rogue -USA Europe- -...

Shay lowered the glass. He didn’t shout. He didn’t curse. He simply gave one order:

Shay Cormac stared at the churning Atlantic from the prow of the Morrigan . Ice clung to the rigging like the fingers of the dead. Six months ago, he had been an Assassin, sworn to protect free will. Now, the Templars called him brother, and his former allies called him traitor. A cannonball splashed fifty yards to port

Through his spyglass, Shay saw the Aquila — the Assassin flagship. At its helm, his old friend Liam O’Brien.

This was no longer a war of hidden blades and shadows. This was a purge by gunpowder and ice. Fire on my mark

The Lisbon earthquake had broken something in him — not just his body, but his faith. He had seen the artifact, the Precursor box, crack the earth open. Thousands dead. And the Assassins? They called it collateral damage .