Chapter Title: The Iron Decree

Chris's POV

The war chamber was silent as I stood before the broadcasting crystal—an ancient yet flawless technology linked to every screen, speaker, and mobile device across the Blackwood Empire and the Union territories.

The red recording light blinked on.

This wasn't a speech.

This wasn't politics.

This… was law.

I spoke with cold clarity:

> "Effective immediately—by imperial authority—I, Chris Blackwood, Supreme Head of the Blackwood Empire and Ruler of the Union, declare all non-Blackwood citizens enemies of the state."

> "This is not a negotiation. This is not a threat. This is a declaration."

> "You are not to trade with them. You are not to shelter them. You are not to educate them. You are not to marry them. You are not to heal them. You are not to speak for them."

> "Any individual, family, institution, noble house, or regional governor found harboring, aiding, or associating with these enemies… will be considered one of them."

> "And we treat enemies with swift, unforgiving justice."

I leaned slightly forward toward the camera, voice sharp as a blade:

> "If you feed them, you will starve in their place."

"If you shelter them, your home will burn with theirs."

"If you protect them, you will bleed first."

I paused, letting the weight sink into every household and throne room.

> "There is no mercy for those who spit on the blood that built this empire. If you do not stand with Blackwood… then you stand against it."

> "And those who stand against it—will be wiped out completely."

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I ended the transmission without waiting for applause or reaction. This wasn't for cheers. It was for control. And every loyal citizen watching now knew where they stood.

As I turned to the Dictator, I spoke calmly:

"Begin raids in all outer sectors. Focus on border towns, academic institutions, embassies, and commercial centers. Send the BlackGuard to sweep all refugee camps and foreign trade posts."

She nodded. "What do we do with the non-Blackwoods captured inside our borders?"

I didn't hesitate. "Public trials. Let the people see their faces. Then... punishment. If they are spies, eliminate them. If they are smugglers, hang them. If they're civilians… deport them—but only if they swear fealty. Else, exile by fire."

"And those who shelter them?"

I looked her dead in the eye.

"Strip them. Name, title, land, legacy—gone. Feed their wealth back to the Blackwood people. And let the media make it known: betrayal carries a cost."

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Hours later, BNN News ran breaking coverage:

> "New Law Shocks the World: Blackwood Declares All Non-Citizens Enemies of the State"

"Mass panic in foreign communities as Blackwood troops begin strategic operations across the Empire."

"Hundreds already detained. Dozens of nobles under investigation for secret affiliations with non-citizens."

"Emperor Chris states: 'This is not revenge. It is purification.'"

The Empire had been too forgiving.

That ended today.

This was a new age.

An age where Blackwood blood ruled—and ruled alone.