His Bride, Her Revenge
Chapter 100: The Flame That Devours

Chapter 100: The Flame That Devours

The chamber trembled as the ancient flame swelled beyond the containment ring, devouring the ashes of the God Engine like a hungry beast. The air was thick with the scent of sulfur and forgotten secrets. Cambria’s skin tingled not from burning heat, but from something deeper, a recognition that clawed at her soul. This was not a flame forged for destruction. It was a force of reckoning. A judgment that had lain dormant beneath the palace for centuries, buried by fear and forgotten histories.

"No," a voice whispered inside her mind, cold and sharp like a blade sliding across the bone. Seraphine.

"That... should not be here."

The voice drifted like the wind over forgotten graves, a warning to all who dared wield power beyond mortal reach.

"You who have played gods... you shall now burn as mortals."

The black fire twisted upward, coiling like a living dragon around the shattered remnants of the control altar. Its tendrils writhed in the air; each flickers a sentence of ancient law written in molten judgment. Maddox lunged, gripping Cambria’s arm, pulling her backward just as the ground split violently between them and the rest of the chamber. The earth groaned, deep and ominous, as if mourning the breaking of some eternal seal.

At the far end of the chamber, Lucien Vale stood defiant despite his wounds, blood seeping through the fabric of his once-regal tunic. Evelyn crouched beside him, her eyes wide with a fear Cambria had never seen before, not the cold confidence of control, but raw terror. The black flame did not answer Pandora. It did not heed the will of queens or tyrants. This was older than thrones, older than bloodlines. It devoured legacies and consumed dynasties whole.

Suddenly, the flame began carving symbols midair ancient Vale sigils, rewritten in flowing streams of molten black energy. They shimmered with terrible beauty, each rune a burning imprint on reality itself. The symbols blazed into the minds of all who remained in the chamber, searing visions into their memories.

Cambria’s breath hitched as a parade of horrors unfolded in her mind’s eye: cities crumbling to ash, kingdoms swallowed by firestorms, all not by the hands of war but by divine retribution. She saw Seraphine, chained and kneeling before the inferno, her proud spirit broken. Lucien screams in defiance, his cries swallowed by the flames. Evelyn, struck down by her own creation, shattered and defeated.

Her knees buckled, the weight of those futures pressing down with unbearable force.

"It’s showing us what it did before," Maddox breathed, steadying her. His face was pale, eyes wide with understanding. "Why was it buried?"

"It’s not a weapon," Cambria whispered. "It’s judgment."

The black flame turned as though hearing her words, twisting toward her with an unnatural awareness. At its fiery core, a figure stepped forward not flesh and blood, but ash and heat. A queen but not the Seraphine she knew.

"Who is that?" Evelyn gasped, voice trembling.

Cambria already knew.

"My great-grandmother," she whispered, heart pounding. "Queen Althea Vale."

Althea the first and last Queen to wield the Flame That Devours. The monarch had scorched an empire to the ground to prevent its corruption from spreading like a plague. A ruthless queen who sacrificed everything to cleanse the legacy of the Vales.

The ash figure stepped forward across the molten floor, utterly unaffected by the searing heat. Her voice came like crackling embers, cold and unyielding.

"Cambria Vale. You have inherited both crown and curse. The bloodline bends and breaks but never learns. Why should I spare you?"

Cambria stood, trembling, fighting the storm raging inside her. "Because I will not use this flame for power. I will use it to stop those who already have."

The chamber darkened, silence falling like a suffocating shroud.

"Prove it," Althea commanded and then vanished into the consuming fire.

The black flame lashed outward in a sudden burst toward Evelyn.

"No!" Lucien shouted, throwing himself between them, but the inferno passed through him like smoke, leaving him trembling in the ash.

Evelyn screamed, her form engulfed in living shadow. "Cambria!" she cried, desperation ripping through her voice. "Help me !"

Cambria lunged forward but the heat pushed her back, invisible and brutal.

The flames burned not her sister’s flesh but her secrets.

Cambria watched in horror as Evelyn’s hidden memories spilled from her lips like smoke. Dark conversations with Sophia Drake, betrayals layered beneath lies, schemes that ran deeper than Cambria could ever have imagined. Evelyn hadn’t just activated Project Pandora; she had tried to become it.

"She bound Subject One to her blood," Maddox murmured in disbelief. "She never let go."

The black flame pulsed again this time turning toward the shadows, where Knox had been silent, watching everything unfold. His face was pale but resolute, his one good eye burning with fierce hatred.

The flame focused on him.

He stepped forward, voice steady.

"I do not fear judgment."

From the depths of the fire, Althea’s voice answered this time not in words but in searing heat that exploded around Knox.

But something was wrong.

He did not burn.

Instead, Knox absorbed the flame.

Cambria’s breath caught in her throat.

"No," she whispered, horror and disbelief mingling in her voice.

Knox’s eyes flared black, glowing with the ancient fire itself.

The chamber trembled violently.

"I am no longer king," he declared, voice echoing like a death knell. "I am judgmental."

He raised his hand, and the chamber walls began to melt, folding inward like wax under a flame.

Lucien shouted, Evelyn collapsed in a heap, and Maddox grabbed Cambria, steadying her as rubble rained down.

The flame spiraled around Knox like a dark crown, a symbol of power beyond reckoning.

Cambria gasped, heart pounding, chest heaving with desperation.

He wasn’t devoured.

He was reborn.

Outside, above the ruined Black Palace, the sky had turned a furious shade of crimson, a harbinger of the chaos to come.

A new force had risen.

Not Cambria. Not Evelyn. Not even the God Engine.

But Knox.

Crowned in the Flame That Devours.

And he was coming for the world.

Cambria’s thoughts spun as she stared at the collapsing chamber ceiling. The weight of ancient destinies pressed down on her like a mountain. The legacy of the Vales, glorious and cursed, was unfolding before her very eyes, and the choices she made now would echo through the ages.

Maddox’s voice cut through her turmoil.

"We can’t fight fire with fire," he said quietly. "Knox has become something else. Something the world has never seen."

She shook her head. "If he is judgmental, then we must find mercy within it or be consumed."

Her eyes flickered toward the fissure from which the black flame had risen, still glowing faintly in the distance like a wound on the earth.

"What else is out there?" Maddox asked.

Cambria swallowed hard.

"More flames. More legacies. And the truth about what we’ve really awakened."

The night around them seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the next act in a saga written in ash and flame.

The crown had passed.

But the war for the soul of the empire was only beginning.

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