The private jet sliced through the relentless blizzards of the Arctic Circle, engines howling against the biting winds.
Inside, the cabin was deathly silent.
Ella Lin sat by the window, her fingers trembling despite the warmth of the thick cashmere blanket draped over her lap.
Across from her, the twins sat quietly, their wide eyes fixed on the flickering tablet screen still displaying the final GPS coordinates left by Leon Xu.
"Mommy… is Daddy really here?" one of them asked softly, his innocent voice a fragile thread against the howling storm outside.
Ella closed her eyes.
If only she knew the answer.
The plane landed on a stretch of icy wilderness that wasn't even marked on modern maps.
The moment the doors opened, the Arctic winds slammed against them like an unstoppable force, nearly knocking Ella off her feet.
But she stood tall.
She had weathered storms far worse than this.
With the twins bundled safely behind her and a team of elite guards leading the way, she stepped into the blinding white expanse.
They trekked across the endless sheets of ice for hours, guided only by the flickering GPS signal and a gut-wrenching sense of inevitability.
And then…
Through the veil of snow, a structure emerged.
Half-buried beneath the ice was a forgotten relic—a sprawling underground complex built into the heart of the glacier.
Leon's final empire.
The one no one knew existed.
As they descended into the depths of the icy fortress, the air grew warmer.
Hidden generators thrummed beneath the frozen walls, powering what felt like an entire city encased in ice.
Rooms filled with priceless art.
Data servers containing financial secrets that could topple nations.
And at the very center—
A glass chamber.
Inside…
Leon Xu.
Or rather, a perfectly preserved hologram of him, standing tall and proud, as if he had never left.
"Ella," the recording began, his voice still as deep and dangerous as ever.
"Welcome to the final chapter of my story. Or… is it yours now?"