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Legacy of Blackwood – Synopsis

Decades after Chris Blackwood reshaped the world, his empire stands unrivaled, with its influence stretching across nations. The Blackwood Union rules with absolute authority, dictating the course of history itself. But as the throne transitions to a new ruler, the balance of power shifts, and old alliances are tested.

Ethan Carter, the trusted right hand of Chris, has been named the new Supreme Ruler. With his appointment comes the weight of expectation, the burden of maintaining an empire built on dominance, and the whispers of betrayal lurking in the shadows.

Classic Blackwood and Christiana Blackwood—each with their own vision for the future—must decide where their loyalties lie. Skylar Blackwood, ever watchful, remains a force to be reckoned with, her ambitions far from fulfilled.

But as external threats rise and internal conflicts brew, the question remains: Will the Legacy of Blackwood thrive under new leadership, or will it collapse under the weight of its own power?

A tale of loyalty, ambition, and the price of absolute rule—Legacy of Blackwood begins.

Legacy of Blackwood

Christiana's POV – Fortifying the Empire

The control room pulsed with quiet intensity. Multiple holographic displays floated mid-air, each tracking something—from heat signatures of approaching crafts to biometric data of every guest attending the Grand Ball.

Christiana stood at the center, arms crossed behind her back, her expression like carved marble.

She wasn't just overseeing security.

"This is not a coronation," she said firmly, pacing the room. "It's the celebration of a god's birth. Let's treat it like we're guarding the throne of the universe."

Agents snapped to attention. She had no time for hesitation, no tolerance for mistakes.

"The entire perimeter of the Sky Palace must be sealed 72 hours in advance. No unauthorized personnel. If they're not cleared by the Blackwood Command, they don't breathe near the gates."

"Yes, Dictator!" the chief of defense barked.

Christiana turned toward the guest list. Over ten thousand elite names—presidents, monarchs, tycoons, even former enemies of the Blackwood Union—were attending.

And all of them would be subject to her protocols.

"Each guest must submit to full scans," she said. "DNA, neural, and emotional. I don't care if they rule a continent. One spike in aggression or deception—remove them. Quietly."

She walked up to the holographic model of the Sky Palace, zooming in on the ballroom.

"This area," she pointed, "requires double the standard shield barrier. I want electromagnetic blockers around the entire event. No transmissions in or out. Not even from our own staff without clearance from me or my father."

The team nodded, taking notes in silence. She was precise. Ruthless. Brilliant.

"Thirty-two hidden across twelve strategic locations. Ready on command."

"Not enough," Christiana snapped. "Double it. And add pulse-blade units within the crowd—dressed as guests. They blend in. No one suspects them."

She stepped back, scanning the room again. Something still nagged at her.

"Also," she added coolly, "I want full behavioral profiles on Classic's associates. Anyone he's seen speaking to in the last 90 days—track, record, screen. I love my brother. But I trust no one."

"And finally," she said, voice quiet but cold as frost, "triple the security around Skylar's gown. It is a symbol. A target. If someone dares attempt to touch it... I want them erased before they blink."

Silence filled the room. No one questioned her.

She was Chris Blackwood's daughter.

And nothing under the Union moved without her say-so.

With a final glance at the data feeds, Christiana turned toward her personal guard.

"Prepare the black protocols. If anything feels off during the ball… initiate lockdown. No negotiations. No second chances."

She glanced at the countdown: 6 days until the Grand Ball.

Chapter Title: The Dictator’s Precision