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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

I always knew Skylar would break the circle.

She was too soft. Too loud. Too… human.

This empire was never built for humanity. It was built for control. For order. For power.

I was its enforcer. The Dictator. The Firstborn Executioner of Blackwood Law.

Yet even I could feel it—the tremor beneath the surface.

And Skylar? She was planting seeds.

I sat alone in my crimson office, overlooking the burning skyline of New Montreal. The city lights flickered like dying stars under the eternal shadow of the Blackwood Tower.

My fingers tapped against the glass desk—rhythmic. Calculating.

I watched Skylar's press conference again, lips curled in amusement.

"I am not against Chris Blackwood," she had said.

"I am with the people. With the poor, the unseen, the unheard. This regime has forgotten them, and I refuse to play silent queen to a dying kingdom."

She wasn't rebelling. She was brand-building.

But what stung more than her words was her audience—how they roared for her.

And yet… I couldn't ignore the burn of jealousy in my chest.

She had something I didn't: empathy.

And no matter how many systems I crushed, I couldn't manufacture that.

I leaned forward and pressed the encrypted communicator built into my desk.

Within seconds, his face appeared—half-shadowed, always unreadable.

"Skylar's building an agency," I said. "A movement. Monitor every transaction. Every follower. Every whisper on the net. I want her watched like a leaking pipe in a warship."

Ethan gave a small nod. "Understood."

"And if she makes one wrong move…" I paused, my voice cold as the North Wall.

I turned back to the skyline, heart thudding. Not from guilt—no. I had no room for guilt.

Or was she simply the reflection of everything I once pretended to be?

Would there still be a place for me in the world I helped build?

Or would I be the next relic—discarded by the same system I enforced?

Title: The Snake in the Garden