The world had changed.
Years passed since that day in Darnova, when Chris unmasked himself and declared war with nothing but his presence. Borders had shifted, nations had collapsed, and the Blackwood crest now flew over territories that once thought themselves untouchable.
The Blackwood Union was no longer just feared—it was worshipped. Entire generations grew up knowing only one truth: Chris Blackwood is not a man, he is a god among kings.
Inside the grand citadel, Chris stood at the highest balcony, his figure taller, broader, and even more commanding than years ago. His once-youthful eyes had hardened into steel, carrying the weight of empires yet never faltering.
Beside him, Amara—elegant, fierce, and untamed—stood like a queen carved from fire. Her presence matched his, her influence stretching across lands as much as his iron rule did. Together, they were no longer just rulers; they were the center of the world's axis.
Behind them stood General Soren Vask, scarred from countless battles, his loyalty unshaken, his voice deeper, his aura heavier. He was no longer just the leader of B.A.M.—he was the Black Fist of the Empire.
And then came Classic, no longer just a prince in the shadows. Years had molded him into something far greater: the Shadow Prince, the heir whose words could sway crowds as much as Chris's command could move armies. His wit, his calm, his subtle dominance made him the perfect balance to Chris's iron hand.
The citadel bells tolled. The empire's voice carried through the air. Millions of citizens, soldiers, and leaders across conquered nations tuned in as Chris raised his hand.
His voice was calm but heavy, the kind that silenced the wind itself:
"Years ago, they doubted us. They struck at me, thinking I was mortal. Today, look around—do you see any nation left that dares to raise their head against Blackwood?"
The crowd outside roared. The world broadcast trembled.
Amara placed her hand on his arm, her smile dangerous. "Stronger than ever, my King. Let them see what eternity looks like."
Chris turned slightly, his eyes burning with something unshakable. "We are not just kings and queens anymore. We are the Blackwood Legacy. The ones who write history with fire and steel."
And so it was—the empire had not only survived… it had ascended.
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