The ink hadn't dried on the abolition decree before the gears of the Empire shifted.
By sunrise, the world woke to the official End of the Cainner Era. The headlines were blazing across BNN:
"Chris Restructures Empire's Command: Cainner Position Abolished"
"New Power Seat Emerges—The Regent Executor"
Dictator Christiana stood on the balcony of the Blackwood Council Tower, eyes locked on the early morning skyline. She had been briefed already. No protest. No debate. The God had spoken.
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Inside the Command Chamber
Chris sat in his usual place, pale but strong—wounds healing, mind sharp. His hand gestured, and the double doors opened.
A tall figure walked in—face unreadable, posture composed.
Amara Kane.
Former Vice Commander of the Eastern Division. Ruthless in battle. Brilliant in execution. Obedient to the core.
Christiana's eyes narrowed slightly. "Her?"
Chris nodded once. "She's never wanted power. Only order. She's perfect."
Amara knelt before him. "My lord."
"Rise, Regent Executor Kane," Chris said. "Your duty is to enforce my word. You answer to me and to the Dictator. Nothing more. Nothing less."
She stood. "Understood."
He turned to Christiana.
"She is not your rival, daughter. She is your blade."
Christiana didn't flinch. "Then I'll wield her well."
Chris smiled faintly, satisfied.
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Meanwhile… BNN Coverage
"Reports confirm the God of Blackwood has appointed Amara Kane as the first Regent Executor—a new position created to replace the defunct Cainner seat. This move comes after a bloody civil tension nearly ripped through the core of the Empire…"
"Speculations rise: Will the Dictator and the Regent Executor coexist peacefully? Or is this a ticking clock counting down to another storm?"
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Scene: Amara's First Order
She stepped into her new office—one built below the Dictator's tower, symbolic of her rank. No gold. No emblems. Just glass, steel, and silence.
Her first call: deployment realignment.
Her second: enforcement of all Chris's newly passed economic reforms.
Her third: a direct report to Christiana.
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Back at the Capital Throne Hall
Chris sat alone now, overlooking the rising city.
He had defused the civil war. Silenced the ghosts of Cainner. Put a blade in Christiana's hand again… one she could not challenge.
And in doing so, reminded the world:
Only one God rules the Blackwood Empire.
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