Chris POV
I didn't move.
Didn't blink.
Didn't interfere.
Let them burn.
Let them feel what unchecked power tastes like.
A dictator and a caniner—two blades I forged in fire, now pressing against each other's throats.
If they can't coexist under one crown, then one of them isn't worthy to wear it.
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Xavier – The Caniner
"They will learn," I said, my voice calm as a loaded gun.
I issued the warrant myself.
Detainment Order: Christiana Blackwood, title 'Dictator of the Blackwood Empire.'
Charge?
Insurbodination. Interference in sovereign military command. Sabotage of classified operations.
She thinks her position shields her.
But this isn't about hierarchy anymore.
It's about loyalty.
It's about the Empire.
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Christiana – The Dictator
My inner court flared alive the moment the arrest order landed in my hands.
I read it. Once. Twice. Calm.
Then I ripped it in half.
"Tell Xavier," I said coldly, "I don't answer to military dogs."
The room fell into stunned silence.
"He's the Caniner," one of my guards whispered.
"No," I corrected, "he was the Caniner. Now, he's just another mutt straining on a leash he's trying to cut."
I mobilized the Royal Guard immediately.
No one was arresting me. Not in my own palace. Not while I still draw breath.
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Sector 1: Front Courtyard of the Imperial Defense Nexus
The Caniner's forces marched in formation—Black Axe Elite, full body armor, sealed weapons. Tanks positioned, drones hovering, signal jammers up. 2,000 men deep.
They didn't knock.
They came to drag her out.
But Christiana's guards stood at the gate, unmoved.
"Step aside," Xavier barked.
The Royal Guard commander stood tall, rifle slung. "The Dictator is not to be seized without the Supreme Ruler's seal."
"She has defied the Empire."
"And yet," the guard said, tightening his grip, "the Supreme Ruler has said nothing."
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The Air Thickens – Inside Sector 1
Guns were cocked.
Armors shimmered with energy.
Drones locked onto vital points.
The Blackwood Empire—the greatest force in the known world—now stood on the edge of devouring itself.
And at the heart of it…
Two heirs.
Two wolves.
And one silent god watching from his throne.
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Chris POV
I leaned back on my throne, shadows dancing around me.
Every camera. Every heartbeat. Every trigger-finger. All under my surveillance.
This… is the moment of truth.
They wanted power.
They have it.
Let's see who survives the crown.