Cainner Xavier POV
I had waited long enough.
The line had been crossed, not bent.
And in my position, hesitation was betrayal.
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I stood before the Blackwood Central Military Tribunal, surrounded by ranks of my Black Axe Men—tall, armored, eyes glowing with loyalty.
"Issue the Arrest Order," I said coldly.
The command pulsed through every channel.
"Dictator Christiana Blackwood is to be apprehended immediately. On charges of obstruction, sabotage, and acting against imperial interest."
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Black Axe Command Net Activated
> Priority Red Protocol.
Secure the Dictator. Detain her. Use minimal force—but no hesitation.
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Empire-wide Broadcast:
BNN ALERT
> "Breaking: Cainner Xavier has officially ordered the arrest of Dictator Christiana Blackwood. This is the first time in history that a serving Dictator faces such a mandate. Armored movements have been spotted heading toward the Dictator's capital compound... tension escalating…"
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Dictator's Palace – 15 Minutes Later
Christiana POV
I already knew before the news reached me.
I could feel it in the air—the weight, the crackle.
My guards formed a barrier around me.
Elite. Loyal. Fearless.
"Cainner Xavier has issued an arrest order," my lead enforcer said. "They're mobilizing."
"Let them come," I said, standing from my command chair in full regalia. My eyes flared with icy blue defiance.
"I am the Dictator of this Empire. My blood was carved into its bones. He wants my throne? Let him pay for it."
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Outside the Compound
The Black Axe Men marched forward—rows deep, guns gleaming.
But Christiana's guards didn't flinch. Weapons drawn. Shields activated.
"Stand down," the leading B.A.M. commander said. "By order of the Cainner, she is to be detained."
The head of Christiana's guard didn't even blink.
"She will not be touched. If you move another step, we return fire."
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BNN Update:
> "The Dictator's compound is now under siege. A full standoff between imperial forces. Neither side willing to yield. Civil conflict is one order away from becoming official."
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Chris POV – Watching from the Throne Room
I exhaled deeply.
The clash had arrived.
The Dictator and the Cainner—two pillars of my design—now warring in my name.
Let the Empire see what loyalty truly costs.
Let them choose.
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