The world had broken. Cities lay in ruins, skies burned with ash, and the remnants of civilization were a patchwork of lawless territories. Amid the chaos, one figure rose above the rest—Blair Waldorf.

She walked through the shattered streets with the poise of royalty, her beauty untouched even as the world around her crumbled. But Blair had learned a dangerous truth: in a fractured world, beauty alone is a weapon… and power requires sacrifice.

The bargain was dark and silent. She traded what others worshipped most—her flawless visage—for influence beyond imagining. Every enchantment, every whispered alliance, every act of ruthless cunning carved her path to dominance.

The survivors called her the “Queen of the Remnants.” Her court was made of those she spared, those she tamed, and those who feared her. The fallen, the desperate, the cunning—they all bent to her will, and the world listened.

“You think beauty is weakness,” Blair murmured to a rival one evening, her eyes glinting like shards of obsidian. “But in the right hands, it’s a crown… and crowns are power.”