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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

He left the chamber like a storm that didn't need thunder.

The steel doors sealed behind him with a hiss that felt... permanent. Like whatever part of him still saw us as more than tools had been locked away, too.

I stood there, barely breathing. Christiana beside me—silent, her gaze pinned on the spot where he had stood moments before.

And suddenly, everything I'd built, all the sympathy, the speeches, the underground support… it felt like a matchstick house in the path of a nuclear wind.

"You met with the Origin Council?"

"You were busy giving press conferences." Her voice was sharp, but not angry. Just tired. "Besides, I wasn't sure where you stood."

"I stood for the people. I still do."

"Then stop acting like hope is a strategy," she snapped.

We were both shaking—but not from fear. From pressure. From knowing one wrong word could shatter the fragile line we stood on.

I stepped closer, lowering my voice.

"You saw what he showed us. You know what he's capable of. If we stand divided—"

She looked me in the eyes, and for the first time in weeks, I saw her not as the Dictator, not as Chris's enforcer—but as a daughter. A strategist. A survivor.

But we both knew what that meant. We wouldn't last long in the open. Chris controlled the media. The military. The numbers. Even the airwaves. Our rebellion had to be surgical. Subtle. Coordinated.

A whisper campaign. A digital virus. Silent broadcasts to the outer districts. Rewriting the code behind the Empire's social filters. Re-ranking citizens from within.

We didn't need a throne. We needed minds.

And minds were easier to free than cities.

As we left the chamber, I looked back one last time at the Blackwood crest hanging above the door.

It would now be remembered for revolution.

Title: Lines in the Marble