Silence. Only the whisper of wind and the rustle of Ezio's dark cloak heralded his arrival. He stood before her, the pale moonlight glinting off his scythe's cold steel. His voice, a low, menacing growl, shattered the stillness. The time has come, he said, icy fire burning in his eyes. Your journey ends here. He lowered the scythe slightly, its point aimed at her heart, his grip tightening. Any last words?
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