The Creed was a lie. The order was the only way. And Shay Patrick Cormac would be the one to bring it. 1.0 updates?

Now, as the Morrigan cut through the fog, a massive shape loomed ahead: an Assassin frigate. Shay signaled his crew. He didn't enjoy the kill, but he accepted the necessity. He was the anomaly, the traitor who saw the truth. As he gripped the wheel, Shay knew his path would lead to the deaths of friends, but he would walk it nonetheless to ensure the world didn't crumble under the weight of "freedom."

Once, Shay had been a rising star in the Assassin Brotherhood, a man who believed the Creed was a shield for the innocent. But faith is a fragile thing. During a mission in Lisbon, Shay had witnessed the devastating consequences of the Brotherhood’s pursuit of Precursor artifacts—a cataclysmic earthquake that leveled a city and buried thousands. He realized then that the Assassins, in their quest for freedom, were blindly inviting chaos.

"I will not be an instrument of destruction," Shay whispered to the freezing wind.

He had turned his back on his mentors, surviving a bullet in the shoulder and a plunge into the icy depths. Rescued by the Templars, he found a new clarity. Where the Assassins sought freedom at any cost, the Templars promised order and stability. To save the world, Shay became the hunter of those he once called brothers.

Shay Patrick Cormac didn't just feel the cold of the North Atlantic; he carried it in his marrow. The year was 1756, and the icy spray of the Labrador Sea lashed against the hull of the Morrigan , a constant reminder of the volatile world he navigated.