His Bride, Her Revenge

Chapter 117: The Queen’s Reckoning

The air was smoke and thunder.

Cambria stood frozen as the spire roared to life, the golden veins within it flaring bright as suns, casting a surreal glow across their stunned faces. Around them, the cavern began to convulse, the molten rivers surged and spat like wounded beasts, and the very walls groaned with the awakening of a power long kept dormant.

Maddox clutched his side, blood seeping between his fingers. "We need to get out of here," he said, voice strained, his eyes locked on the pulsing stone. "Now."

But Knox was already moving not away, but toward the spire.

"Knox!" Cambria shouted. "Don’t!"

He didn’t stop. His jaw was tight, eyes glassy with a mix of awe and agony, like he was standing on the edge of something too vast to understand. The spire called to him not in words, but in sensation, in a pull at the very marrow of his bones.

"Do you feel it?" he said hoarsely, glancing back at her. "It’s not just power. It’s judgment."

Cambria’s heart pounded in her chest. She reached him in three strides, seizing his arm. "That’s not judgment, it’s corruption. It’s what destroyed Seraphine. What drove Lucien mad?"

Knox looked at her then really looked. And for the first time in what felt like years, she saw the brother she once knew, not the weapon war had tried to make of him.

"I’m not like them," he whispered.

But the flame didn’t care about intentions. It never had.

A sound rose from the spire not a roar, not a scream. A chorus. A layered, echoing chant in a language older than memory. It poured into their minds like poison made of light.

Maddox staggered beside them, gripping the wall for balance. "This place... It’s alive."

"No," Cambria said. "It’s awakening."

The golden light flared violently. And from the base of the spire, the molten stone began to rise, shaping, molding, hardening. A figure stepped out.

Tall. Cloaked in gold and ash. A mask of obsidian where a face should be. The air bent around it, warped by the sheer force of its existence.

Subject One.

The perfected weapon.

Not made by Lucien.

Made by Seraphine.

Cambria felt the truth hit her like cold steel. The prototype had never been the end; it was merely the beginning. Seraphine had embedded the final weapon in the flame itself. And now, it was walking toward them.

Knox stood his ground. "I’ll face it."

"No!" Cambria snapped. "It’s not a challenge you can win."

He turned to her. "Then what do we do, Cambria? Run? Let it burn everything?"

She shook her head, swallowing the rising tide of dread. "We end it on our terms. Not Seraphine’s. Not Lucien’s."

The molten figure raised a hand. Flame coalesced at its fingertips, forming a spear of pure energy. With terrifying speed, it hurled it toward them.

Cambria grabbed Maddox and Knox and dove behind a crumbling wall of stone just as the spear exploded, sending shockwaves across the cavern. Stone rained down. The heat scorched their skin. Cambria rolled, coughing, shielding Maddox’s head as debris crashed around them.

"This isn’t a weapon," she gasped. "It’s a purge."

Knox pushed to his feet, eyes narrowing. "Then we don’t fight it with power."

He turned toward the spire again, searching the base for the symbols now fully alive, moving like ink in water. His eyes widened.

"There’s a control seal," he said. "Look at the base." noveldrama

Cambria followed his gaze and saw it: a circular marking pulsing red beneath the golden veins. A seal like the one Lucien had used only this one bore her own bloodline crest.

Seraphine’s legacy.

"It recognizes you," Maddox said, staggering to his feet. "That seal was meant for you."

Cambria didn’t answer. Her chest was tight. Every instinct screamed that touching the seal could destroy her or worse, turn her into something she couldn’t come back from.

Knox stepped closer. "You can shut it down."

"Or awaken something worse."

"But you’re not like her," Maddox said gently. "You’ve already broken the cycle once."

Cambria stared at the seal. Her reflection shimmered in the molten gold like a vision of someone she didn’t recognize: part queen, part weapon, part broken girl trying to rebuild the world with blood.

The perfected weapon was nearing, step by molten step.

She took a breath and stepped forward.

Her hand hovered over the seal, heat blistering her palm even before contact. And then

A scream tore through the cavern.

Not from the weapon.

From above.

They all looked up.

The ceiling cracked open in a cascade of dust and light and from the breach, Evelyn Stone descended, suspended in a harness of glowing wires and arcane tech. She landed with a thud of stilettos against scorched stone, her tailored suit immaculate, her hair swept into a battle-knot worthy of a coronation.

"Well, well," she drawled. "Looks like I arrived just in time."

Cambria’s blood ran cold.

Evelyn raised a remote in her gloved hand. "Did you really think I’d let you two destroy the toy I’ve waited years to claim?"

The perfected weapon turned toward Evelyn.

And knelt.

"No..." Cambria whispered. "It’s keyed to her."

Evelyn smiled, wicked and triumphant. "You think Lucien was the mastermind? He was just a middleman. The real design of the perfect seal was mine. I am the final protocol."

Knox’s eyes burned with rage. "You sided with Seraphine."

"I surpassed her," Evelyn said. "Project Pandora isn’t just a legacy. It’s evolution."

She pointed at Cambria. "You were the prototype, darling. But I’m the queen."

Behind her, more cracks burst through the cavern ceiling. Dozens.

And from them

More figures dropped.

Weapons.

Perfected, gleaming, emotionless. An entire army of them.

Cambria’s mouth went dry.

Maddox whispered, "We’re surrounded."

Evelyn stepped forward, her voice honey and venom. "I offered Lucien a deal. He chose guilt over glory. But you, Cambria... you still have a choice."

Cambria clenched her fists. "You’re wrong. The only choice I make "

The seal beneath her flared. Her hand, drawn like a magnet, slammed down against it.

The entire cavern lit up.

The perfected weapons paused.

Evelyn’s smile faltered.

Cambria rose slowly, her voice calm but thunderous.

"I’m not the prototype. I’m the firewall."

Symbols raced up her arms like molten tattoos. Her eyes glowed with white fire.

She looked at Evelyn. "Let’s end this."

And the spire began to crack.