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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

Scene: Global Sovereigns Conference — Underground Fortress, Neutral Zone

President Ero Silar of the Unified East Territories – POV

The chamber was circular. High-ceilinged. Walls lined with fiber-optic threads and flag panels from each attending nation. We were thirty-seven leaders strong — the supposed backbone of what remained of global power.

Delvaron had fallen without a siege. Orvanu had bent with a whisper. The world was tilting, and we were running out of ways to pretend we could hold it upright.

I sat beside the chair marked Northern Reach Alliance. Their Prime Chancellor hadn't arrived. Probably still "deliberating." Or maybe she just didn't want to be part of the last sigh of sovereignty.

> "We need to freeze Blackwood trade immediately," the delegate from Solmere insisted, tapping his datapad. "Their war economy is expanding unchecked."

> "Freeze trade?" the Chancellor from Velkan barked. "You think that's going to stop an empire that doesn't need our currencies?"

> "Sanctions on who? They've absorbed five nations! Who are we sanctioning — ourselves?"

I leaned back. My mind wasn't on sanctions.

But the sound rippled like thunder through bone.

Two B.A.M. guards entered first. Fully armed. Helmets gleaming.

In all black. No crown. No escort. Just power so heavy, it bent the air around him.

He walked with the grace of inevitability. The silence in the room was so loud, it crushed the argument mid-sentence. Every head turned. Every official froze.

He walked straight into the center of the circle, looked around like he was hosting, and then—finally—spoke.

> "Your meeting was missing something," he said, voice low and clear. "Me."

Then, slowly, deliberately, he pulled out a chair.

Not just any chair. The one reserved for Global Seat 1 — technically empty since the last restructuring.

Title: “The Uninvited Throne”