Scene: The Throne Hall — Chris Blackwood's POV
The grand throne hall of the Blackwood Empire was packed to its edges—nobles standing proud, citizens watching from massive screens across every city, and every soldier in uniform standing at attention. Silence clung to the air like sacred incense.
I stepped forward.
No fanfare. No golden robe. No scepter in hand.
Just me—Chris Blackwood. The man, the myth, the God returned.
I stood before the podium. My voice was calm, but it rolled like thunder into every heart watching.
> "I walked your streets. In silence. As one of you.
I saw fear. I saw confusion. But I also saw loyalty… unshaken.
And for that—today, we celebrate."
I paused. The weight of every eye pressed forward.
> "By the authority of the Crown, the Empire, and the divine right of the Blackwood name…
I declare the Festival of Dominion… OPEN!"
The crowd exploded into cheers. Trumpets roared. Fireworks lit the sky. The streets filled with dancers, parades, and joy like never before.
> "Let the next seven days be filled with light, laughter, and legacy.
For this is not just a festival…
It is a reminder that the gods walk among you… and they have not forgotten."
I turned to the Dictator, Amara, Classic, and Skylar—each watching with reverence.
> "Go. Reign with joy. Rule with mercy. But above all, remember…
We are Blackwood."
And with that, the bells of the empire rang louder than war drums.
The festival had begun.
And the world would never forget it.