Flight to the Unknown

(Samuel's POV)

With our drinks finished and our plans set in motion, Henry and I left the bar and made our way to the nearest private terminal. We weren't going to waste time on commercial flights—Black Hollow Dungeon wasn't going to wait for us, and neither were the power-hungry fools who might be after it.

I pulled out my phone, scanning through flight options.

"We're heading to Eastern Europe. Fastest route?"

Henry smirked, already a step ahead. "I've got a private jet prepped. We leave in an hour."

I raised an eyebrow. "Damn, Liberty, moving like a real VIP."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "After all we've been through? Might as well travel in style."

I grinned, nodding in agreement.

Within the hour, we were boarding the jet, our weapons stored but never too far away. The hum of the engines vibrated beneath our feet as we settled in. The flight attendant greeted us, but I barely paid attention—I was already visualizing the hunt ahead.

As the plane took off, Henry leaned back in his seat, exhaling.

"So, Samuel. What's the plan when we get there?"

I stretched, glancing out the window as the city lights disappeared beneath us.

"First, we locate the entrance. If the dungeon is as hidden as you say, we'll need to track down some underground contacts. Someone out there knows about Black Hollow, even if they don't realize what they have."

Henry nodded. "And once we find it?"

A slow grin spread across my face.

"Then we do what we do best—we conquer it."

Henry smirked, resting his head back.

"Sounds like a damn good plan."

As the jet soared through the night sky, I closed my eyes for a brief moment.

Eastern Europe. Black Hollow Dungeon. The next challenge.

The path to ultimate power was opening before us.

And we were ready.

(Samuel's POV – A Conversation at 30,000 Feet)

The hum of the private jet's engines filled the cabin, the dim lighting giving everything a quiet, almost eerie feel. Henry and I sat across from each other, each lost in our own thoughts as we cruised through the night sky toward Eastern Europe.

Then, out of nowhere, Henry chuckled to himself, shaking his head.

"You know," he started, his voice carrying a mix of amusement and disdain, "when Katerina got pregnant with her assistant's child and Original Henry left her, that was the first time she realized her mistake."

I smirked slightly, leaning back in my seat.

"Realized it too damn late, didn't she?"

Henry scoffed. "Yeah, and to be honest, I was just thinking—what a bitch."

I exhaled, rubbing my temples.

"Yeah, I remember reading about that. She went into depression after finding out that her own assistant exposed her to her husband. That idiot thought that after Henry left, she would marry him and he'd take over her wealth."

Henry let out a dry laugh, shaking his head.

"Oberan really thought he could replace me? That spineless bastard?" He sighed, his golden eyes flickering with something unreadable. "Even I don't know how the whole story played out. But honestly? She deserved it."

I nodded, watching the stars outside the window.

"Yeah. Betrayal always comes back around. Some people only learn when it's too late."

The air between us grew heavier for a moment.

We both knew what it felt like to lose everything—to be betrayed by the people who were supposed to love us. But unlike Original Henry and Original Samuel, we didn't let it break us.

We became stronger.

Henry took a slow sip from his glass of whiskey.

"Well, Katerina and Abigail can enjoy the ruins of what they built. We've got bigger things to focus on."

I smirked.

"Damn right."

With that, we let the past fade into silence, our minds now focused on the Black Hollow Dungeon ahead.

The flight continued in silence after our conversation. The past had been acknowledged, but that was all it deserved. Katerina, Abigail, and everyone else who had betrayed us were nothing more than ghosts in our story now. Our focus was on the future.

As the private jet began its descent, I felt the shift in atmosphere. Eastern Europe had a different energy—colder, older, more dangerous. The kind of place where history was written in blood and shadows.

A voice crackled through the intercom.

"Sir, we will be landing in approximately five minutes."

Henry stretched his arms, rolling his neck.

"Finally. I was getting sick of sitting still."

I smirked, fastening my seatbelt.

"Get used to it. We're not stepping into some normal city—we're about to enter a goddamn warzone."

Henry raised an eyebrow.

"That bad?"

I glanced out the window, seeing the dark forests and mist-covered mountains below.

"Worse."

Landing & Getting Our Bearings

The jet touched down on a private airstrip, far from any official airports. The fewer people who knew we were here, the better. Henry and I stepped onto the cold pavement, greeted by an icy wind and the sight of a black SUV parked near the runway.

A man in a dark coat leaned against it, watching us approach. An informant.

"That our guy?" Henry asked.

I nodded. "Yeah. If anyone knows about Black Hollow, it's him."

As we approached, the man pushed off the car and gave us a slow, measuring look.

"Samuel Gebb, Henry Hans," he said in a thick accent. "I was told you two might come looking for something… dangerous."

I smirked.

"That's what we do best."

The man chuckled darkly, then gestured for us to get into the SUV.

"Then you're going to love what I have to tell you."

Henry and I exchanged a glance before getting inside.

The hunt for Black Hollow Dungeon had officially begun.