The city was alive with energy. Streets were packed, banners waved high, and thousands of supporters flooded the venue. The Blackwood security team had locked down the area, ensuring that nothing would disrupt this moment.
Chris stood backstage, watching the massive crowd from behind the curtain. The sea of people stretched endlessly, their cheers shaking the ground. His campaign had already dominated every debate, every poll, and every media outlet. But today wasn't just about politics.
It was about power.
Ethan approached, dressed sharply in a dark suit, his expression unreadable. "Everything is set. Security is in position. Media coverage is at maximum. This is your moment."
Chris adjusted his cufflinks. "Then let's give them a show."
The announcer's voice boomed across the stadium.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the man who will change this nation—Chris Blackwood!"
The crowd erupted.
Chris stepped onto the stage, the floodlights casting a golden glow over him. The chants of his name filled the air, banners with his campaign slogan waved like a storm, and millions watched live across the country.
He let the cheers settle before gripping the microphone. His gaze swept over the crowd, his presence alone commanding silence.
"For too long, this country has been ruled by corruption, by greed, by men who care only for their own wealth while the people suffer."
Roars of agreement filled the air.
"They have underestimated us. They think we are weak. They think we will accept their lies. But today, we prove them wrong!"
The stadium shook with thunderous applause.
Chris's voice was sharp, unwavering.
"I am not here to make empty promises. I am here to bring real change. To build a nation where power belongs to the people—not the elite who think they own this country."
More chants erupted. "Blackwood! Blackwood! Blackwood!"
Ethan watched from the sidelines, smirking. The opposition had no idea what was coming.
Chris raised his hand, silencing the crowd once more.
"This election is not just about me. It's about us. It's about reclaiming what is rightfully ours. And together, we will not lose!"
The roar that followed was deafening.
Chris turned slightly, his sharp eyes catching something—or someone—in the crowd.
Skylar.
She was there. Watching him. Her expression unreadable.
But he didn't stop.
Because this was only the beginning.