I still have my head spinning after everything that happened today in Assassin’s Creed Rogue. I honestly wasn’t ready for the emotional punch this sequence delivered. You know cuando un juego cambia por completo la forma en que ves a sus personajes, su mundo, sus ideas… como si alguien hubiera agarrado el tablero entero y lo hubiera volteado con violencia. That’s exactly what happened. A full, overwhelming 360-degree turn that left me speechless and weirdly breathless for minutes.
It all started innocently enough. I traveled to Lisbon under Achilles’s orders to retrieve an artifact. Nothing unusual, at least not compared to the madness I had already seen in the story. But the atmosphere felt different, heavier. I slipped through the cathedral, taking my time to appreciate the beauty of the place. The stained-glass windows, the echo of my footsteps, the scent of old stone and incense… It all felt sacred, untouched, almost like the game wanted to calm me down before tearing my world apart.
And then I found it—the artifact. I reached for it, barely brushing its surface, and suddenly everything snapped. The ground roared as if something ancient had been awakened by mistake. A massive earthquake shook Lisbon violently. The floor cracked open beneath my feet, buildings collapsed like fragile toys, and the screams… God, the screams. I had to escape through chaos, dodging debris, carrying the weight of every broken cry around me. When I finally reached higher ground and looked back, the devastation was indescribable. Hundreds dead. Maybe thousands. Smoke, rubble, dust choking the sky. It felt wrong, painfully wrong.
Returning to Achilles was even harder. I wanted answers, or maybe just someone to blame, but nothing could prepare me for what happened. Shay confronted him, and that argument—fierce, raw, heartbreaking—pulled the last thread holding everything together. Achilles finally admitted it: this wasn’t the first time something like Lisbon had happened. The tragedy in Haiti, another catastrophic earthquake, had also been triggered by their own pursuit of these artifacts. They already had blood of entire nations on their hands.
I felt something twist in my chest. These were the Assassins. The ones who were supposed to represent freedom, order, justice. I always trusted that idea without thinking too deeply, and now I watched that trust crumble like one of Lisbon’s broken buildings. Shay shared that feeling. His face, his voice… you could tell he couldn’t keep carrying that weight. And honestly, I couldn’t blame him.
Driven by guilt and horror, Shay made his decision. He infiltrated the mansion to take the manuscript and prevent another disaster, even if it meant betraying the very people who trained him. I moved through those familiar walls with a knot in my throat, every corner holding a memory of the character’s past. But Achilles discovered me. Everything exploded. The Assassins turned against Shay, hunting him relentlessly. That moment shattered any illusion I still had about the Brotherhood’s moral superiority. The order wasn’t as righteous as it pretended to be—or maybe it was just those at the top who had lost their way.
At one point, I truly believed they had killed him. The scene cut in a way that made my stomach sink. I actually paused the game because I was convinced the narrative was about to replace him with another character. I wasn’t ready for that. Shay isn’t perfect, but he’s one of the most human characters this franchise has given us. Thankfully, he survived.
He woke up wounded in a humble house cared for by a small family. And that entire sequence felt so intimate compared to the chaos before. The strangers who helped him didn’t know who he was or what he had done. They just saw a dying man in need. When intruders tried to break in and hurt them, I took them down with a rage I didn’t expect. It felt personal. And their gratitude afterward… it made me soften up inside. They even gave Shay clothes that had belonged to their deceased son. Something so simple, so human, and so heavy at the same time.
Now I’m left here, heart still racing, trying to process everything. The story has twisted itself into something darker, deeper, and honestly much more compelling than I imagined at first. Shay is no longer just a recruit, or a soldier, or a rebellious apprentice. He’s a man who has seen the truth hidden behind ideals, and he’s willing to stand alone if that means preventing another catastrophe.
I didn’t expect a videogame to hit me this hard, but here we are. >I’m emotionally bruised, curious, anxious, and absolutely hooked on what comes next. I feel like I’ve only seen the beginning of something massive, and tomorrow I’ll dive right back in—because the North Atlantic has never felt so full of answers waiting to be uncovered.