Chapter 421: The Empire Begins to Tremble

Classic Blackwood – The First Clue

Classic sat in his office, a single envelope lying on the polished wooden desk before him. It had arrived without a name, without a trace of its sender—just a black wax seal pressed into the paper.

His fingers hovered over it for a moment before he tore it open.

Inside was a single sheet of paper.

"You're looking in the wrong places. The truth is closer than you think."

Classic's grip on the paper tightened.

He looked up at Amal, who stood across from him, eyes sharp with suspicion. "Someone knows."

She stepped forward. "Knows what?"

"That I'm searching."

Classic exhaled, pressing his fingertips against his temple. Five years of silence, and now—someone wanted him to keep digging.

The question was: Who? And why now?

Amal glanced at the letter. "It's a test."

Classic nodded. "Then let's play."

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Skylar Blackwood – The Prime Minister's Defiance

Skylar entered the grand council chamber, her heels clicking against the marble floor. The Prime Minister sat comfortably at the long table, surrounded by his loyalists.

For five years, she had tolerated him. But now?

Now he was growing bold.

"My Queen," he greeted smoothly. "What a surprise."

Skylar didn't sit. Instead, she placed a document in front of him.

His eyes flickered over it.

His expression didn't change, but she caught the flicker of tension in his jaw.

"A transfer of power?" he murmured.

Skylar's voice was calm, but the force behind it was undeniable. "Your control has extended too far. It's time to remind you who rules this empire."

The Prime Minister leaned back, folding his hands together. "And if I refuse?"

Skylar's smile was cold. "Then I will make an example of you."

A tense silence filled the room.

He wasn't foolish enough to challenge her openly. But she knew this was just the beginning.

A war was coming.

And she would make sure she was the last one standing.

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Ethan Carter – The First Move in the Shadows

I watched Chris as he leaned against the desk, studying a map of the empire. He was calm. Too calm.

That was always when he was at his most dangerous.

"The Prime Minister won't go down quietly," I said.

Chris smirked. "I'm counting on it."

I frowned. "You want him to fight back?"

Chris's gaze darkened.

"If he thinks he's still in control, he won't see the knife coming."

I exhaled. This was the man the world believed to be dead.

And the empire had no idea what was coming for it.

Chris folded his arms. "What about Classic?"

"He's searching," I admitted. "He won't stop until he finds something."

Chris nodded, his expression unreadable.

"Good."

He wanted Classic to dig. He wanted Skylar to fight.

Because when the time was right—he would return.

And when he did, the entire world would bow once more.