Lucas step downOne week later A press conference Crowds of thousands. The real Lucas Sebastian, standing at the podium, No suit, No tie Just honesty. For five years, I pretended to be poor And in that lie, I found the truth about who people are when they think you have nothing.He looked out at the crowd “I lost my wife I nearly lost my son And I watched the world become addicted to control.”A pause.“I am no longer CEO And I don’t want to lead.”“I just want to be a father again.”He stepped down. Applause didn’t matter The silence that followed did.Helena and Monica’s DecisionIn the weeks after, Monica and Helena led the Restoration Initiative dismantling the Council’s surveillance grids, helping ex-operatives rebuild their identities. They never chased fame Never asked for credit. And when offered power, they both declined.“We’re soldiers,” Helena said. “Not kings.”The Clone’s Final SightSome say they saw him walking the coastlines of northern Iceland Others claimed he enter

Location: Dubai – MidnightThe Montclair heir did not waste time. Adrian stood at the balcony of his hotel suite, the desert winds swirling around him, phone pressed to his ear.“Activate them,” he ordered.On the streets below, a convoy of armored vehicles rolled silently through Dubai’s business district. No insignias, No lights, Just steel and shadow. Adrian hung up, poured himself a glass of wine, and whispered: “Let’s see how the great Lucas Sebastian handles fire.”Black Tower – Alarms BlareThe war room lit up in crimson Helena’s fingers flew across the keys as live feeds burst to life gunfire in Dubai, smoke rising near the International Exchange, explosions shattering the silence.Elias leaned forward, heart pounding “Who the hell just attacked the financial hub of the world?”Helena’s voice was flat “The Montclairs. I’d bet my blood.”Lucas’s expression was stone. “They’ve declared themselves.”He turned to his son. “Elias, what’s lesson number one when the enemy strikes?”E

Location: Zurich – The Iron VaultBeneath a centuries-old Swiss bank, a chamber no map recorded opened its bronze doors Inside, twelve chairs formed a circle around a black obsidian table. No symbols, no flags Only power in human form. Tonight, the Council of Heirs had gathered And Lucas Sebastian was the reason.The Twelve ThronesAdrian Montclair entered, his face still bearing the faint red imprint of Lucas’s hand. His pride burned more than the bruise. He bowed slightly to the others “Sebastian has revealed himself. He’s no longer the recluse. He’s moving.”The room stirred. Evelyn D’Arcy, French steel heiress with eyes like ice, tapped her diamond-encrusted cane against the floor. Kazuo Tanaka, Japanese shipping magnate, flicked the ash of his cigar, saying nothing but watching everything.Dmitri Volkov, Russian oil baron, laughed like thunder, his gold tooth gleaming And in the highest seat sat the Council’s Chairwoman Mariana Cortez, the widow of an empire, draped in black velv

Location: Zurich – The Council’s War RoomThe Council sat in silence, the failed operation replaying on the giant screen. The image froze on Elias fighting back, raw defiance in his eyes. Adrian Montclair leaned forward, voice dripping with rage. “He’s not a boy, He’s a weapon. And Lucas has been sharpening him in secret.”Mariana Cortez’s crimson nails tapped the polished table ''Which means brute force will fail us. No the key isn’t to take the son.” She smiled, serpent-like “It’s to turn him.”The InfiltratorA thin man in wire-rim glasses stepped from the shadows. His name was Victor Crane, a psychological warfare expert. Once a CIA manipulator, now the Council’s pet spider.He bowed slightly. “If you want the boy, I can plant seeds in his mind Doubt, Resentment,Fear. Make him question his father By the time we’re finished Elias will choose us.”Mariana’s smile widened. “Do it, He’s seventeen. Pride and rebellion burn hottest at that age We’ll give him a reason to hate Lucas Seba

Location: Elias’s Room – Sebastian EstateThe curtains were drawn, the first rays of dawn spilling across the carpet. Elias sat hunched over his laptop, the encrypted drive plugged into its side like a thorn.His heart pounded as the screen flickered alive. A password prompt appeared one Damian had already whispered to him before parting He typed it in.The Files UnfoldA folder opened: PROJECT SERAPHIM Inside were dozens of documents, blurred photographs, and video clips. Elias clicked one at random Footage of Lucas shaking hands with men in sharp suits. Documents stamped with the Council’s insignia, but signed Lucas Sebastian.A grainy video of a warehouse burning, with a figure escaping who looked uncannily like Lucas. Elias’s throat tightened Each file screamed collusion, Each frame felt like a dagger, The last file loaded a video, Damian’s voice narrated over it:“Look closely, Elias. The man you call father isn’t who you think he is. He built his empire not by fighting the Coun