War

Classic's POV - Continued

The world had returned to some semblance of normalcy, but my father, Chris, had made it clear that normalcy was just an illusion. While citizens flooded the streets once again and businesses began to re-open, there was an ever-growing tension building just beyond the borders of our empire.

My father had lifted the lockdown within our territory, yes, but his vision extended far beyond that. He was no longer just a ruler over the Blackwood Empire—he was a force that would dominate the world outside our borders. The time had come to extend the empire's power beyond what anyone could have ever imagined.

It was a brutal move, one that would send shockwaves across the region. As part of his plan, Chris had dispatched a force of unimaginable size—hundreds of millions of Blackwood soldiers and Black Axe Men (B.A.M)—to the territories and regions outside the empire's borders. We would not only expand; we would seize lands, resources, and anyone who dared to oppose our claim.

"Move with precision. No mercy." My father had said in his usual stoic tone when giving the orders.

And so we did. The strategy was simple: overwhelm the non-Blackwood territories with sheer force. With military superiority and the might of the Black Axe Men, our reach extended far beyond the empire's once-defined borders. The soldiers and B.A.M. were equipped with the most advanced weaponry and machinery, reinforced by tanks, armored vehicles, drones, and a support network of intelligence operatives. These weren't just armies—they were a living, breathing testament to the Blackwood dynasty's strength.

The mission: seize land. Eliminate any resistance. Enforce the new world order that Chris had designed. The regions that were not loyal to the Blackwood Empire would either be crushed or absorbed. There was no room for negotiation, no peace talks. The empire's rule would be absolute, and it would extend beyond the physical boundaries of its capital.

The mission specifics were clear:

200 million soldiers deployed in waves, split across key strategic points around the borders.

Hundreds of Black Axe Men, their reputation alone enough to instill fear in anyone, were tasked with capturing key locations, silencing any remaining opposition, and ensuring that the empire's hold was firm.

Tanks, heavy artillery, and drones were positioned along key points of entry, while the Black Axe Men infiltrated enemy territory with ruthless efficiency.

Civilian resistance would be met with immediate force, while anyone who attempted to hide enemy forces or supply lines would be swiftly eradicated.

Cities and infrastructure—ports, military bases, power stations, and financial centers—would be seized and brought under the control of the empire, ensuring the empire's influence was irrevocably planted in every corner of the land.

I had heard the reports come in as the military and Black Axe Men began their advance. The terrain was challenging in some regions, but that didn't matter. Nothing had stopped the empire yet, and it wouldn't now.

Our forces had infiltrated non-Blackwood areas with military precision. We seized ports in the southern regions, military installations in the north, and key transport hubs in the east. With each passing day, our empire's influence expanded. They had no choice but to fall in line. Those who tried to resist were either captured or destroyed—an example to anyone who dared to oppose us.

The Black Axe Men were relentless, ensuring that the population of non-Blackwood regions understood the price of defiance. Our troops set up military outposts in every region we seized, enforcing our laws with an iron fist. Propaganda broadcasted daily, reminding civilians of the inevitability of their submission to the Blackwood Empire.

But even as this military operation unfolded, my father remained ever-calculating, assessing every move. He was watching from his chambers as the reports flooded in. I could feel his eyes on me whenever I returned from overseeing operations, his silent approval (or disapproval) weighing heavily on me. He had created this empire with ruthless precision, and he expected nothing less from all of us.

I walked into his private office, where he sat watching the latest satellite images and operational reports flicker across the screens.

"Report," he said, his voice as sharp as ever.

I took a breath and stood tall. "The borders have been sealed. Our forces have seized strategic points in all areas we aimed for. Resistance has been minimal. We've encountered pockets of hostile militias, but they were quickly neutralized. The Black Axe Men are enforcing compliance in the cities we've taken."

Chris nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving the screen. "Good. But we will not stop until the entirety of this land is ours. Make sure every non-Blackwood city is crushed under our boot."

His command echoed in my mind. It wasn't just about power. It was about total annihilation of those who stood in the way of the Blackwood vision. And as I stood there, watching the maps and reports unfold, I couldn't help but think about what it meant for the future of the empire. What would it look like when we had everything? When all the lands, all the wealth, all the resources, and every single person had bowed down to the Blackwood Empire?

One thing was for certain: the world would be a very different place.

The lockdown was over, and now, the Blackwood Empire was going global. The world would either bow to us or be crushed by us.

And I, Christiana Blackwood, was at the forefront of it all.