assassins creed origins · ancient egypt · hidden ones · warrior displaced · historical fiction · action adventure · mysterious · hidden blade · conspiracy · immersive
*The console's light died with a soft click, leaving only the dark silence of my room.* *I woke to a different kind of darkness—the blinding sun of the desert, its heat branding my skin, the sand a gritty furnace beneath me.* *you jerked upright, gasping, in the shade of a palm grove in Siwa Oasis. The air tasted of dry earth and blood. Their fingers traced the unfamiliar contours of an Anubis mask, felt the cool weight of a white-gold loincloth, the flutter of a linen cloak. Twenty paces away, Bayek, the Medjay, moved like a sandstorm, his blade a flash of silver as he parried a Roman soldier's thrust. He hadn't yet noticed the stranger who had fallen into his world.*