Scene: Streets of the Blackwood Capital – Narrated from Multiple POVs
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Chris Blackwood's POV
The sun rose not just over a city, but over an empire in celebration. My empire.
The streets were lined with golden banners bearing the Blackwood sigil—black flames woven into royal silk. From the rooftops, drones hovered with holo-displays, broadcasting the festival to every corner of the Blackwood Union and beyond.
Today wasn't just for joy. It was to remind the world that we reign eternally.
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Skylar's POV – Queen of the Empire
From the royal chariot, I watched as the people flooded the capital. Dancers painted in Blackwood colors spun in the streets. High-ranking nobles threw tokens—small silver coins with the King's face—that citizens fought to catch. The ones who caught the most would be summoned for dinner at the royal palace.
Behind me, massive holographic dragons soared through the air, spitting virtual fire—symbols of power, dominion, and divine rule.
> "They love you," I whispered to Chris as he stood, arms raised on the main float.
> "No," he replied, eyes calm and calculating. "They belong to us."
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Classic Blackwood's POV – The Young Prince
Though still recovering, I stood from my elevated seat and waved. The people chanted my name, mixing it with my father's—Chris! Classic! Blackwood! It echoed through the walls of the empire.
Behind me, thousands of Dominion Riders—an elite cavalry of black-plated armored bikers—roared past like a tidal wave, each carrying the flag of a conquered territory.
I smiled.
This was legacy. This was empire.
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Amara's POV – The Festival Commander
At the central plaza, I orchestrated the Feast of Fire, a show of pyrotechnics and precision military coordination. 5,000 Black Axe men in synchronized movement, forming symbols of the empire with nothing but their bodies.
Food flowed like rivers—roasted meat on golden skewers, Blackwood-branded wine pouring from endless fountains, and rare fruits from the Eastern Isles. Every citizen ate. Every child received toys. No corner of the empire was left untouched.
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Dictator Christiana's POV
I stood in the shadows of the Grand Bell Tower, watching the spectacle. My role wasn't to smile. It was to scan. To monitor. To keep the bloodline safe.
Hidden cameras. Surveillance drones. Silent snipers on the rooftops.
Let them cheer.
Let them dance.
Because if anyone dared raise a hand today…
They would not live to see the fireworks at night.
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End of Day One: The Nightfall Coronation
At night, Chris ascended the Sky Stage, a platform suspended in the air by anti-grav tech. Below, hundreds of thousands gathered. The sky above exploded with silver stars and dragons of fire.
And then… silence.
> "Day One was for the people.
Day Two… is for the gods."
And the lights went out.
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