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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

The chamber grew darker as the storm outside howled against the tower walls. But within this silence, I felt something shift—subtle, yet final.

Chris rose slowly from his seat, his back to me as he stared out over the empire through the towering glass. The city lights flickered like stars bowing to his shadow.

Then, in that stillness, he spoke.

The words hit harder than any command he'd ever given. Not because of fear. But because of trust.

He turned back to face me—eyes sharp, voice steady. "They've all made their moves. Skylar's pretending to be the savior of the masses. Christiana thinks I'm too distracted to see her. Classic... sits on the fence like a man waiting to see who bleeds first."

I crossed my arms, already anticipating where this was going.

"I want clarity," he continued. "I want fear. I want results."

I raised a brow. "What exactly are you asking me to do, Chris?"

He stepped closer, eyes locked on mine. "Remind them. Every single one of them. That I'm still God in this empire. And when I'm quiet… it's not weakness. It's war, waiting."

I felt my heart pound—not from pressure, but from purpose.

"You want the people shaken," I said. "You want the rebellion infiltrated. You want Skylar's agency exposed. And Christiana…?"

His jaw clenched. "Watch her. Closely. She forgets her title was given—not earned."

I nodded, my mind already calculating.

Chris's expression turned unreadable. "Let him choose his side in peace. But if he ever stands against me…"

"…he'll learn that blood doesn't shield betrayal."

I stepped back, bowed—not out of protocol, but respect.

"I'll carry your will, Chris. Quietly. Precisely. Fatally, if needed."

He just whispered the words I had been waiting years to hear.

I left that chamber with a storm behind my eyes.

No uniform. No badge. Just purpose.

And in the coming days, they would all learn:

But I am the hand that enforces it.

Title: His Will, My Hands