Chapter Title: The Burden of a Throne

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Chris stood atop the Blackwood Tower, the wind tugging at his coat as he looked down on the vast empire he had forged—an empire built with fire, sacrifice, and absolute control.

From this height, the city looked peaceful. Obedient. But he knew better.

Power didn't come without pressure. And pressure, if not managed, birthed cracks.

He adjusted his gloves, the leather creaking slightly. Below him, Christiana executed orders with ruthless precision. She was efficient—calculated. A weapon sharpened by years of observation.

But even weapons could dull. Or worse, turn.

Chris turned from the window and made his way into the War Room.

Screens lit the walls. Surveillance feeds, live intelligence reports, whispers of foreign interest in the Blackwood Union. And buried in one corner of the main board—Ethan's name. A red mark.

Chris stared at it, expression unreadable.

He hadn't stripped Ethan of power out of anger—it was necessity. The empire needed discipline, structure. Ethan had grown too bold, too independent. His charisma made him dangerous. His influence, even more so.

But still...

He hadn't ordered execution. That, in itself, was mercy.

"Status report," Chris said.

A soldier stepped forward, saluting. "Christiana has completed restructuring of Sector Four. Civilian obedience is up by thirty percent. But... there's been chatter. Underground. Old names resurfacing."

Chris narrowed his eyes. "The Fang?"

The soldier flinched. "We're verifying, sir."

Chris said nothing for a moment. Then, quietly: "They were disbanded."

"Officially, yes."

He exhaled slowly, fingers drumming on the table. "Increase surveillance on Ethan's movements. Discreetly. If he takes one wrong step…"

He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to.

Everyone in the room understood.

As Chris turned to leave, his voice dropped low:

"Let the world believe Ethan is broken. Let him believe he has time. But the moment he forgets who I am…"

His gaze burned like steel.

"I will remind him."

And then, silence. The door closed behind him. And the game continued.

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