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Skylar's POV

I stood at the balcony of the imperial palace, gazing down at the grand city below. The streets were alive with celebration—citizens cheering, banners of the Blackwood Union waving high. The world was changing, and at the heart of it all stood one man—Chris Blackwood.

I turned my head slightly, catching sight of him inside the hall. He stood at the head of the massive war table, surrounded by world leaders—some eager, some terrified, but all bound to his will. His presence alone commanded absolute respect.

I stepped inside, walking toward him, my heels clicking softly against the marble floor. As I reached his side, he barely glanced at me before speaking.

"Are you impressed?" he asked, his voice calm yet laced with power.

"I expected nothing less from you," I replied, scanning the gathered leaders. Some shifted uncomfortably under my gaze. They feared him, yes, but they feared me too.

Chris leaned slightly toward me, his tone quieter but no less firm. "They should know by now, Skylar. The world is no longer theirs to control. It's ours."

I smirked, but my gaze was sharp. "And yet, some still resist."

He exhaled, amusement flickering in his eyes. "They will learn. One way or another."

At that moment, the doors swung open, and Christiana entered—her presence just as commanding as her father's. She carried a folder in her hand, her movements precise and calculated.

"The first batch of nations have officially withdrawn from all world governing bodies," she reported. "They've accepted our currency, but some are still hesitant about full military integration."

Chris turned fully to face her, his expression unreadable. "Then remind them why they have no choice."

Christiana gave a slow nod. "Understood."

The room fell silent, the weight of the conversation lingering in the air. I crossed my arms, tilting my head slightly as I observed Chris.

"So, what's next?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

He smirked, raising a glass of wine in his hand.

"Now, we finish what we started."