Ethan Carter – A Dangerous Move
Everything was on edge.
Chris stood there, alive, his mere presence tearing through the empire like an earthquake.
Classic was one second away from exploding. The world was watching. The empire was at a crossroads.
And then—
"Seize him."
Skylar Blackwood's voice was calm, cold, and absolute.
A collective gasp rippled through the hall.
For a fraction of a second, Chris' smirk flickered.
Classic's head snapped toward his mother. "What?"
Skylar remained composed, her gaze locked on Chris.
"Take him into custody. Now."
The guards moved.
I clenched my jaw. This was bad.
Chris was prepared for a thousand different outcomes, but this? His own wife publicly ordering his arrest?
This was war.
Classic's voice was sharp. "Mother, you can't do this!"
Skylar didn't even look at him. "I am the ruler of this empire." She turned to the guards. "Do it."
Chris exhaled, tilting his head slightly, watching as armed soldiers surrounded him.
I could see it in his eyes.
Calculations. Amusement. Danger.
And then—he moved.
In a single, fluid motion, he dodged the first guard, twisted the second's wrist, and disarmed him in a blink.
A gun clicked. More weapons were raised.
The hall erupted into chaos.
Classic stepped forward, his voice like a growl. "Stand down!"
But no one listened.
The empire had just turned on its own ghost.
And I?
I had to decide—whose side am I on?