The capital woke to a sound like never before.
From every outpost, watchtower, military base, and city wall… the Blackwood Military Command and the Black Axe Men received one chilling order directly from the God of the Empire:
> "For one hour… fire nonstop into the sky. Let the world know who commands thunder."
Sirens wailed. Streets cleared. Citizens already knew—when the God speaks, the earth obeys.
10:00 AM Sharp.
The moment the Empire's Great Clock struck, the silence shattered.
TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT—
Millions of rounds. Endless barrages from tanks, artillery, anti-aircraft turrets, assault rifles, mounted guns, and everything in the Empire's arsenal. The very sky turned black with smoke, thunder roaring from human hands. Buildings shook. Birds vanished. Even the clouds seemed to retreat.
Soldiers fired with discipline, rifles overheated and tossed aside for new ones. B.A.M officers laughed like maniacs, releasing war cries between each burst.
"LONG LIVE BLACKWOOD!"
"LONG LIVE THE GOD!"
"FEAR THE NAME!"
Every bullet became a declaration. Every blast a statement to enemies hiding in the shadows.
The capital shook for a full hour.
Parents held children close. Heads bowed in awe. Spies in hidden corners of the Empire sent urgent reports: "He's reminding the world. This is not a kingdom… it's a beast."
And at the top of the Command Tower, Chris stood in full uniform. No words. Just a hand on the railing, eyes fixed on the sky as the sounds of war worship echoed below.
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When the clock hit 11:00 AM, the final bullet was fired. Silence crept back slowly, but the fear… the fear remained in the hearts of every witness.
This was no show. This was no ritual.
It was a reminder.
The God still breathes. The Empire still lives. And it has enough thunder to tear down the heavens themselves.
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