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.

The throne chamber was dark again—silent, except for the low hum of encrypted audio flowing through my neural link. Every breath in the empire echoed here. Every footstep, every whisper, every defiance.


I watched the feed from Corridor 9. Skylar and Christiana walking side by side.


They think I don't see the threads, but I wove the loom.


I turned and gave a single command to the AI assistant embedded in my chair: "Get me Classic."


Seconds later, the center of the room glowed, and the projection of Classic appeared. Tall. Composed. Loyal—at least, until proven otherwise.


But in this new world... loyalty had a cost.


"Classic," I said, my voice steady, yet heavy with weight. "I don't summon family. I call generals. Leaders. Strategists." I leaned forward. "Tell me... which are you today?"


I raised an eyebrow. "Then why does the air around you reek of hesitation?"


He didn't answer right away. That was smart. He was weighing each word like it could ignite a war. It could.


"You taught me to think. To observe. To calculate before I declare." His voice was calm. "So I'm observing."


"Observe this," I snapped my fingers, and the hologram split. Images of Skylar shaking hands with activists. Christiana's encrypted messages to the Council. Data threads blinking with betrayal.


"The empire is fragmenting, Classic. I offered unity. Order. And now your mother and sister conspire to unmake it all."


I stood. Walked toward the projection until my shadow swallowed his image.


"I need to know. Not tomorrow. Not after you weigh the politics. Now."


There was a pause. Then—his eyes lifted.


"I stand with peace," he said, "But not at the cost of fear."


He took a deep breath. "I stand with what you built. But I won't be your weapon, father. Not unless there's still a piece of you in there worth fighting for."


That line hung in the air. Long. Heavy.


"But if war is coming... I won't run from it."


The game had begun. And now, even my own blood had chosen the middle ground.


Chapter 348 - Title: Where Do You Stand?