Location: Damon's Private Estate – War Room, Evening
The screens were quiet now.
No red alerts. No market crashes. No hostile acquisitions.
Just the constant, undeniable hum of ownership.
Damon Black—Phantom—sat at the head of the table.
Before him: Zeke, Rico, Nova, Arielle, Elina, Caelan, Azra, Liora, and his closest allies.
He tapped the table once.
A digital crown appeared in holographic light above his system window:
[Title: THE WORLD'S TRUE OWNER]
He didn't smile.
Not yet.
"We've won the financial war," he said calmly.
"Now we make it permanent."
Scene: What's Left of the Order
Scattered. Fragmented. Broke.
But not entirely gone.
The remnants—fanatics, cursed legacies, pureblood vampires, and rogue werewolves—began gathering beneath the surface, clinging to old names and ancient hatred.
And one whispered phrase kept returning to their ears:
"He owns everything. But he can't kill us all."
They didn't know who they were dealing with.
Scene: The Throne is Built
Damon sat with his wives in the center of their estate's new control hub—an underground fortress lined with silverlight walls, AI surveillance, and supernatural warding.
"No more waiting," he said.
"We move into global governance. Business. Politics. Supernatural enforcement."
Zeke grinned.
"You're turning Phantom into a regime."
"No," Damon corrected.
"Into a dynasty."
Scene: The World Responds
Banks shifted their alliances.
Political candidates backed by Damon rose to office.
Global news whispered of a secret trillionaire named Phantom.
Cartels and syndicates bowed or vanished overnight.
Even the supernatural world—those who once looked down on "mortals"—began to realize…
Phantom was no longer a man.
He was the storm.
Final Scene: Damon's Promise
He stood on the highest balcony of the Vale estate, arms around his wives, watching the night sky light up with the glow of cities he now controlled.
"This world belongs to us now."
He turned to his children and allies.
"And anyone who tries to take it—will answer to the Phantom."