T4 - Le Sang et l'Or
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Au plus proche de l'homme en blanc, dans les profondeurs de son masque d'ivoire, Alza se laisse couler. Fille presque adoptive du dictateur, fille de sang de son père l'automate, elle regarde les murs blancs se succéder. Chaque année : l'Arène. Un passe-droit pour que 7% de l'une des races accède à La Cité, ville future la plus sécurisée. Et cette fois, après la trahison de son père au gouvernement, Horius décide d'y envoyer la fille.
La question : sera-t-elle une assez bonne compagne pour gérer le monde entier ou une enfant de traître ?
Dans les décombres d'un savant fou, Ezio n'est régit que la Haine et l'envie de tuer, toute sa lignée construire dans cet unique but. Propulsé comme tous ses ainés dans l'Arène, il découvre que peut-être, au fond de lui, il aimerait sauver et ne jamais avoir à tuer.
Un véritable pacte avec le diable se construit entre les deux ; il n'en restera qu'un. Ezio ne veut pas tuer Alza, même si son démon parfois frôle cette idée : Alza souhaite tuer Ezio, pour sa propre survie, mais son coeur l'en empêche.
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