Even the greatest heroes can’t live forever. And so it goes for Ezio Auditore di Firenze, who finally steps aside to make room for new champions in Assassin’s Creed: Revelations. This is another quality entry in a quality series, and it unleashes you in a visually stunning re-creation of 16th-century Constantinople. Additions to the movement mechanics make exploring the city a joyous exercise in high-flying parkour, with you as Ezio leaping across rooftops and flinging yourself up exterior walls like a Renaissance superhero. Like many sequels, Revelations giveth, and Revelations taketh away, so you lose certain elements (horses) in favor of a slew of new ones (bomb crafting). Lots and lots of new ones. Assassin’s Creed: Revelations is sometimes a lumpy Frankenstein’s monster of a game, half-formed appendages stitched into place regardless of whether they belong there or not. Thankfully, when Revelations remembers to be an Assassin’s Creed game, it soars into the Turkish skies, reminding fans why they fell in love with this freewheeling series.
Expectedly, Revelations isn’t all Ezio’s story. It’s also Desmond’s. You remember Desmond, the bartender-cum-assassin whose mind is probed to discover truths that could potentially prevent the earth’s destruction. Desmond looks different than you might remember: faces have been redesigned, features elongated, making your old comrades-in-conspiracy feel a bit unfamiliar, as if they have had plastic surgery since you saw them last. In any case, Desmond’s mind is a prisoner within the Animus, the machine that allows his associates to tap into his ancestral memories. This computerized sanctuary is presented as an island, where shimmering doors leading to who-knows-where punctuate a virtual seaside. Here, Desmond and the enigmatic Subject Sixteen explore the bartender’s memories and regrets in long conversations that illuminate Desmond’s former life.