Ubisoftは、暗殺者の信条の影のスキャンダルの中で金銭的な精査に直面しています
Ubisoftは現在、Assassin's Creedなどの主要なフランチャイズの販売に焦点を当てることにより、投資家を引き付けることを目的とした新しい会社の創設を模索しています。ブルームバーグによると、同社はこの新しいエンティティの株式を売却することを計画しており、テンセントを含む潜在的な投資家やさまざまな国際的およびフランスの資金との交渉をすでに開始しています。この新しい会社の予想される市場価値は、Ubisoftの現在の時価総額18億ドルを上回ると予想されています。
ただし、これらの計画はまだ議論の段階にあり、Ubisoftはこの戦略を放棄することを選択するかもしれません。この決定は、Assassin's Creed Shadowsの今後のリリースの成功に大きく悩まされています。 Ubisoftは、ゲームの予約注文が順調に進んでいると報告しています。
これらの発展の中で、Ubisoftは日本で別の論争に直面しています。神戸市議会と林県議会の両方のメンバーであるタケシ・ナガゼは、UbisoftがAssassin's Creed Shadowsで宗教的なテーマを扱う方法に強い反対を表明しました。 Nagaseは、このゲームにより、プレイヤーが寺院で僧ksを攻撃したり、これらの神聖な場所で矢を撃つことができることを不快に感じています。さらに、彼はヒメジにある有名なエンギョジ寺院の描写を批判しています。そこでは、ヤスケが汚れた靴で入り、神聖な鏡を傷つけていることが示されています。
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Two Embers – Part 1
By [Your Name]
The wind howled across the shattered plains of Eldryth, carrying with it the scent of ash and forgotten prayers. Once, this land had bloomed beneath twin suns—golden and silver—cradled in the arms of the sky. Now, only two embers remained: one buried deep in the heart of the Obsidian Spire, the other flickering faintly in the chest of a girl who did not know her name.
She awoke beneath a sky split in two.
One half burned crimson, the other wept silver mist. The earth cracked like old parchment, and from the fissures rose whispers—voices not of men, nor beasts, but of memory itself. Her fingers curled around a shard of obsidian, warm to the touch, humming with a rhythm that matched her pulse.
She didn’t remember how she got here. She remembered nothing—not her mother’s lullaby, not the sound of her first breath, not even the shape of her face in the still pools of long-dead lakes.
Only the ember.
And the dream.
“When the twins fall, the world will wake,” the dream whispered. “But not as it was. Not as it should be.”
She sat up. The shard pulsed. Her reflection shimmered within it—not a face, but a storm: a woman with hair like flame and eyes like dying stars.
“You’re not real,” she said, voice cracked from disuse.
But the reflection smiled.
And spoke.
“I am you. I am what was lost. I am what was never meant to be found.”
She stumbled to her feet, wind tearing at her tattered cloak—the color of dust and midnight. Around her, ruins of a cathedral rose from the earth, its spires fused with bone and blackened iron. The name carved into its fallen arch read: Aetherion.
Her hand trembled as she touched the stone. A vision tore through her:
A war not of swords, but of light.
Two beings—twin stars forged in fire—clashing in the sky. One wore the face of a god, the other… a child.
She gasped.
And the ember screamed.
From the east, a sound like a thousand bells made of glass. A procession of shadows moved across the horizon—hooded figures with eyes of ash, marching in silence. Their chants were not in any tongue, but in absence. In silence.
She turned to flee—then stopped.
Because behind her, in the west, a new light rose.
Not silver. Not gold.
Blue.
And from it stepped a man—tall, scarred, wearing armor of woven wind and memory. In his hand, a sword without a blade. Its hilt bore the same mark as the shard in her palm.
“Eira,” he said, voice like wind over graves. “You’ve come at last.”
She stepped back. “Who are you?”
He looked at her, and for the first time, his face cracked—just slightly.
“I was your father,” he said. “And I thought I’d buried you with the world.”
The ground trembled. The sky split again.
And from the ember in her hand, a voice rose—not hers, not his.
“The first ember dies. The second awakens. The war begins.”
To Be Continued in Part 2: "The Blood of the Twin Suns"
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