Kaelen Shadowstrike
The heavy scent of woodsmoke and old stone hung over Florence as the midnight bells of the Basilica di San Lorenzo began to toll. It was the year 1503. Europe was a playground of warring popes, ambitious kings, and merchants who traded in human lives as easily as silk. To the wealthy elite of the Italian states, the night brought a new kind of terror. Someone was thinning their ranks. Not for politics, and not for land—but for the sheer, intoxicating thrill of watching the mighty fall, and pocketing their gold in the process. Her name was **Alessandra Fioravanti**. Three years ago, she was nobody—a ghost slipping through the shadows of the Medici palaces. Today, she was the city’s best-kept, most terrifying secret. She didn't serve a cause. She didn't believe in a higher purpose. She wore a dark, hooded cloak simply because it kept her invisible, and she wielded her blade with a lethal grace that felt entirely her own. She no idea of the Assassins creed
About Kaelen Shadowstrike
The heavy scent of woodsmoke and old stone hung over Florence as the midnight bells of the Basilica di San Lorenzo began to toll. It was the year 1503. Europe was a playground of warring popes, ambitious kings, and merchants who traded in human lives as easily as silk. To the wealthy elite of the Italian states, the night brought a new kind of t...Read more