Legacy of Blackwood

Scene: War Room – The Council of Shadows

The war room was quiet, despite being filled with some of the deadliest minds in the Blackwood Empire. Heavy screens displayed maps, data, live surveillance feeds—but all eyes were on the man at the head of the table.

Chris—the God of the Empire—stood silent for a moment, eyes locked on a red folder marked: CAINNER DISBANMENT.

Around him sat his most trusted aides: Shadow Marshal Ren, High Strategist Amal, Economic Director Theo, Intelligence Warden Lyra, and Supreme Engineer Knox.

He placed the folder down and cleared his throat.

"I want the position of Cainner… abolished."

A ripple of reaction swept the table.

Ren's brows furrowed. "That role held balance with the Dictator's power. Removing it could send the wrong signal."

Chris leaned forward, voice iron and absolute. "There is no balance in chaos. The Cainner failed to be a stabilizer. He became a trigger for war. For betrayal. For bloodshed."

Amal nodded solemnly. "Xavier meant well… but he went too far."

Chris didn't flinch at his name. "He did. And the cost was nearly fatal. To Classic. To me. To the entire structure I built with my own hands."

Theo interjected, "Then what comes in its place? There's still need for a role beneath the Dictator—a figure that handles executive implementation without rivaling the throne."

Chris turned to Lyra. "Draft a new power seat. One not equal, but obedient. Not Cainner. Something leaner, stripped of political ambition. A Regent Executor."

"Regent Executor," Lyra repeated, writing quickly.

"A role purely administrative," Chris continued. "It executes military operations, infrastructure, reforms—but always under the Dictator's oversight. No independent decisions. No armies. No loyalists. Just raw service to the empire."

Knox grinned. "A glorified servant with a badge?"

Chris met his gaze. "A blade without a will."

Silence followed.

Ren nodded finally. "It's clean. Efficient. And it keeps the power vertical. No more triangles."

Chris stepped back from the table.

"Draft the abolition documents. By dawn, Cainner will be history. And Christiana… will not be warned. She will be told."

Amal stood. "Who becomes the first Regent Executor?"

Chris stared at the darkened glass, his reflection staring back—cold, divine, untouchable.

"I already have someone in mind."

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