His Bride, Her Revenge

Chapter 135: The Silent Pact

The throne room of Blackmoor Citadel was no longer the heart of power it was its grave.

Cambria stood beneath the fractured obsidian dome, where sunlight filtered through the shattered glass mural of the founding queens. The stained light painted her in reds and golds, like blood and fire. Around her, broken pillars and toppled statues bore silent witness to the aftermath of the last war. Evelyn’s forces had retreated to the northern sanctums, and what remained of the once-united factions had either pledged loyalty or fled to the Outer Barrens. noveldrama

And yet, the war wasn’t over.

It had only changed shape.

The real war was never for thrones or cities it was for control. Control of the future. Of Project Pandora. Of power itself.

A gust of wind carried ash and whispering voices through the ruined corridors, stirring Cambria’s long silver-black hair. She wore no crown. Her armor, forged anew by Daenir blacksmiths and reinforced with remnants of Subject One’s tech-core, gleamed faintly as if alive. At her hip rested the ceremonial dagger once wielded by Seraphine Vale the dagger that had opened the Vault of Silence.

Lucien stood beside her, silent, his once-golden armor scorched from his battle with the remnants of Knox’s loyalists. A faint tremor moved through his fingers, but he did not hide it.

"You called this a victory," Cambria said without turning to him. Her voice was soft, but beneath it lay thunder. "But it feels like a funeral."

Lucien exhaled slowly. "It is both. We won the throne. We lost the world."

Cambria’s gaze swept the horizon beyond the broken windows fields scorched, towers leveled, the remnants of skyships scattered like bones. "No. Not yet. The world isn’t gone. But if we don’t act now, the silence will devour what remains."

He tilted his head. "You’re speaking of the Silence Protocol."

She nodded once. "It’s still active. I can feel it."

Lucien’s face tightened. "Then Evelyn is still moving. Or... something worse is."

Before she could answer, a faint chime echoed in the distance. Three notes low, melodic, and unmistakable.

A summoning bell.

Not from the citadel.

From the Deep Archives.

Cambria turned sharply. "No one is supposed to access the archives without my seal."

Lucien reached for his sword, but the shadows behind them shifted before he could draw it. A cloaked figure stepped from the darkness, lowering their hood.

Maddox Raye.

Alive.

Changed.

His once-sharp features were gaunter now, eyes sunken yet blazing with something ancient. His left arm shimmered faintly translucent circuitry laced with dark veins that pulsed in sync with his heart.

Cambria froze. "Maddox?"

Lucien stepped in front of her, defensive. "You were presumed dead."

"I was," Maddox rasped, his voice rough like sand and smoke. "But death... was not the end. It was an initiation."

Cambria stepped forward slowly, past Lucien. Her heart thundered, but she refused to show it. "Where have you been?"

His gaze pierced her. "With the Source. With what’s left of the Sentinels. And beyond that... with the Architects."

The name hit like a stone. Lucien stiffened.

"The Architects were a myth," Cambria said.

"No. They were merely forgotten."

He removed a crystal shard from beneath his cloak, glowing faintly red and gold the exact frequency of Project Pandora’s central core.

"This is the original code key. The one they used to build Subject One. The one Evelyn is using to remake the world in her image. The Architects encoded it with failsafes. But now..."

He trailed off and looked directly at Cambria.

"...you’re the only one who can overwrite it."

Cambria’s fingers curled. "Why me?"

"Because your bloodline is not just royal," Maddox said quietly. "It is the convergence. You are the last living descendant of both Seraphine and the first Sentinel. You’re more than heir. You are the lock... and the key."

Silence reigned for several long seconds.

Lucien’s voice broke it. "What happens if she uses it?"

Maddox looked away, jaw tense. "She resets the protocol. Ends Pandora. Shuts down the perfected weapons. Ends Evelyn’s control."

"And what’s the cost?"

His silence was answer enough.

Cambria took the shard, her hands shaking. "You should have told me this sooner."

"I couldn’t," Maddox whispered. "Because until the Architects confirmed your identity, you were too valuable to expose. Even to yourself."

Lucien stepped closer, visibly agitated. "You kept her in the dark again."

"I did what I had to. Just like you, Lucien."

Cambria turned, eyes blazing. "Enough. We don’t have time for grudges."

Her voice shook the remaining pillars.

"We move at dawn. Evelyn is preparing the Mass Ascension. If she links the perfected weapons to the Aether Grid, she’ll create a mind-linked army that obeys only her final directive. We stop her before that."

"And if we can’t?" Lucien asked.

Cambria’s smile was cold and sorrowful.

"Then we burn everything."

Hours Later The Hidden Chapel of Stoneglass

Knox’s grave was a small thing, tucked beneath an unmarked pillar. Cambria knelt before it alone, her fingers brushing the carved insignia his sword etched into the stone. No name.

Just a symbol.

"Do you regret it?" a voice asked behind her.

Cambria didn’t turn.

"Knox made his choice," she said. "And so did I."

Sophia Drake stepped from the shadows. Her hair was shorter now, silver streaks where fire had touched it. She walked with a cane, her once-commanding stride now tempered by pain.

"You killed the last part of him when you took the God Engine," Sophia said.

Cambria stood. "And he killed the last part of me when he chose Evelyn over peace."

Sophia studied her. "He didn’t choose her. He chose you. You just didn’t see it."

Cambria looked away. "Why are you here, Sophia?"

The older woman stepped forward, voice hushed.

"Because Evelyn activated Phase Omega."

Cambria turned sharply. "That’s a myth."

"No." Sophia’s expression was grim. "It’s the final contingency Seraphine programmed. A full digital clone of her consciousness... locked in a weapon that answers to no living mind."

Cambria’s blood ran cold. "Where is it?"

Sophia placed a small, flickering sphere in her hand. "Here."

Cambria opened it and for a moment, saw herself as a child, held in Seraphine’s arms, surrounded by light.

Then the sphere glitched and spoke in Seraphine’s voice.

"Daughter of my blood. If you are hearing this... the world has failed its final trial."

At Dawn The Ruins of Greyreach

The air shimmered with heat as Cambria, Lucien, Maddox, and the few remaining loyal Sentinels gathered at the edge of the battlefield. In the distance, the skies darkened as Evelyn’s Ascension Towers fired up columns of pure energy reaching toward the heavens.

"Once we cross this line," Lucien said, "we don’t return."

"No," Cambria replied. "We ascend or we fall."

A figure emerged from the mist a girl no older than twenty, wearing Pandora’s mark over her heart.

Subject Nine.

Not a soldier.

A warning.

Her voice echoed over the empty fields.

"Queen Cambria. The Empress Evelyn requests your surrender. You will be honored in memory. Your people will be integrated. Refuse, and Ascension will begin now."

Cambria stepped forward, lifting the shard.

"No," she said.

"Then you will be erased."

Subject Nine raised her hand and the sky shattered with the sound of awakening weapons.

Behind Cambria, the shard began to glow, reacting to her blood, her presence, her choice.

Lucien drew his sword.

Maddox readied his neural spear.

Cambria took one final breath and placed the shard into her chest.

And everything changed.

The sky cracked open.

The Towers screamed.

And the final war began.