Nearly six months had gone by, and during that time, Altaïr continued to obtain damning evidence against Al Mualim, intercepting letters that further implicating him. He and you spent the majority of your time together, delving into research and exploration of the Apple of Eden, trying to learn everything you could about its abilities and history.

It became evident, however, as time went on, that Al Mualim was indeed a traitor. Despite hoping for a reasonable explanation, the evidence mounting against him made it increasingly unlikely.

You sat together in a watchtower, engrossed in the knowledge contained within the pages of your books. The books revealed information about the Apple of Eden and its capabilities, but unfortunately, there was scarce information on its last known location or the individual who possessed it before.

"I'm growing tired of this," you sighed, glancing out over the river that ran through thr city.

"As am I," Altair replied.

You tossed the book aside, feeling the cool air brushing against your skin, sending goosebumps through your body. You slowly moved back your hood, uncovering a face marked with scars and platinum fringe hair. You pursed your lips and closed your eyes, letting the wind wash over you, clearing your mind.

Finally, you spoke, your voice laced with uncertainty and frustration.

"We can't do anything," you said finally. "No one will back us up against Al Mualim. They'll label us as heretics, deserters."