A door hissed open. A woman in a modern hoodie, a familiar silver ring on her finger, stepped in. Layla Hassan.
"You are a ghost in a machine," Eivor said. She grabbed his wrist, the one with the light-blade, and forced it back toward his chest. "And I am the axe that cuts the thread." --- DOWNLOAD FILE ASSASSIN--39-S CREED VALHALLA
Eivor did something no algorithm could anticipate. She deactivated the Hidden Blade. A door hissed open
The room flickered. The walls dissolved into a golden, digital forest. In the distance, a figure materialized: tall, hooded, wearing a bracer of solid light. Basim. "You are a ghost in a machine," Eivor said
Eivor hefted her axe.
Basim lunged, his bracer forming a blade of pure null-light. He was faster than any human, predicting her moves before she made them. He was the perfect AI warrior.
She stepped through the door.