His Bride, Her Revenge
Chapter 103: The Throne Between Worlds

Chapter 103: The Throne Between Worlds

Darkness collapsed into light.

Then the light collapsed into flame.

Cambria screamed but the sound was swallowed by the roaring firestorm enveloping her. Time fractured. Space folded. One moment, she was locked in Knox’s searing grasp; the next, she was falling through a sky that wasn’t a sky at all, just a prism of memories, a spiral of voices she didn’t recognize, yet somehow remembered.

She hit the ground with a force that cracked reality.

A golden ring of light exploded outward from the impact site. Cambria gasped, arching against the cold stone beneath her. But it wasn’t the Watchtower. It wasn’t even the world she’d just fought to defend.

She was somewhere else.

Somewhere ancient.

She sat up slowly, her heart racing. All around her stretched a vast plane of obsidian and glass, jagged and endless, glowing with veins of molten red and gold. Above her, a sky of stormfire churned clouds of lightning threaded through with flame like the heavens themselves had been set ablaze.

And in the distance

A throne.

Massive. Monolithic. Floating.

Forged of something older than metal and sharper than thought.

The Final Throne.

A whisper rippled through the plane.

Pandora Complete. Initiating Ascension Protocol.

Cambria staggered to her feet, panting, arms trembling. Her armor pulsed with unstable energy ash and gold flickering with fire that wasn’t just hers. Knox’s essence burned inside her veins, threaded into her bones like wires of godlight.

She could feel him.

Close.

Inside her.

"No," she rasped. "Get out. Get out of my mind."

But his voice came not as words, but as sensation.

Warmth in her chest. Power coils around her lungs. An ache deep in her core, primal and electric.

We are the same, Cambria. Two halves of the design. The final weapon wasn’t you or me, it was us.

She screamed again and dropped to her knees, clutching her skull as visions surged through her.

A world engulfed in holy flame.

Armies kneeling beneath their merged shadow.

Time unraveling, reshaped in their name.

"No!" she shouted. "I am not your weapon!"

But even her voice was changing.

It rang with more than authority now.

It rang with command.

Meanwhile The Citadel, Main Control Core

Lucien Vale stared at the flickering data screen, sweat pouring down his face. The override protocols were no longer functioning. Every firewall they’d installed was disintegrating in real time, rewritten by a language that didn’t belong to mortals.

Sophia’s voice screamed from the comm again.

"She’s gone! Cambria’s signature is off the grid. We’re reading convergence spikes from multiple dimensions. What the hell is happening?"

Lucien swallowed hard. "The Final Throne. It’s real. She didn’t resist the merge in time."

"You’re telling me she’s... gone?"

"Not gone," Lucien said hoarsely. "Ascended."

Sophia’s voice broke. "And Knox?"

Lucien’s hand tightened into a fist. "Merged with her. And if we don’t stop them, the convergence will become permanent. And when it does "

"The world ends."

Lucien didn’t answer.

Because they both knew it was worse than that.

The world wouldn’t end.

It would belong to them.

Somewhere Else The Edge of Everything

Maddox clawed his way out of the energy field left behind by the convergence surge. He was burned, broken, but alive.

Barely.

And alone.

"Cambria..." he whispered, gazing toward the torn sky. "Where did he take you?"

Then movement.

Behind him.

Subject One stirred.

The massive weapon knelt slowly, its face shifting, eyes glowing. But instead of attacking, it extended a hand toward Maddox and spoke.

"She is not lost. But she is no longer whole. The Queen burns at the edge of existence."

"What do I do?" Maddox rasped. "How do I reach her?"

The weapon turned its gaze to the sky.

"There is only one path. The throne calls all who are bound to it. But only one can cross."

"Who?"

The weapon’s voice softened.

"Her anchor. Her flame. Her balance."

Maddox realized

It meant him.

But could he survive what waited on the other side?

Could he face the woman he loved, now god-bound to the man who wanted to destroy everything?

Back in the Throne Realm

Cambria stood before the throne.

It pulsed with deep crimson light, ancient runes glowing along its surface symbols of war, sacrifice, and rebirth. Her heart thundered as she took another step forward, drawn by a force she couldn’t name.

Then

He appeared.

Knox.

Not walking, not standing.

Just there.

Coalescing from flame and shadow, his body is a divine sculpture of light and fury. His eyes were no longer human, angry, simply burned with understanding.

"This is what we were meant for," he said, voice no longer cruel, but calm. "Not queens and kings. Not crowns and swords. This."

Cambria trembled. "You still don’t understand. I didn’t want this. I didn’t choose it."

"You did," he whispered. "You chose me. Before the fall. Before the lies. You loved me before you ever became her."

He stepped closer, reaching out.

She backed away.

"I’m not yours anymore."

"You never stopped being," he said. "Because I am not just Knox. I am what was made from our pain. From your light. From my fall."

Cambria’s lips parted in shock. "You’re not just a man."

"No," he said. "I’m your mirror."

And then he stepped onto the platform of the Final Throne.

Flame engulfed the sky.

Reality bent.

Cambria screamed

But her body didn’t move.

Her feet walked forward.

Unwilling.

Uncontrolled.

But drawn.

Because the Throne was not a seat.

It was a bond.

A seal.

A destiny.

And as her hand hovered above the throne’s armrest, the sky split one last time.

A figure appeared in the distance, running across the fractured plain

Maddox.

Burned. Bleeding. But alive.

His voice reached her like thunder.

"CAMBRIA, DON’T SIT!"

She turned sharply.

Her eyes met his.

Realization broke through her trance.

And for the first time since the convergence began

She remembered who she was.

Not just flame.

Not just the queen.

Not just weapons.

Cambria Vale.

Her hand snapped away from the throne.

But Knox grabbed her wrist.

"You don’t get to walk away this time."

Her eyes burned.

She struck him with a wave of light that shattered the throne platform beneath their feet. They both fell screaming into the abyss below.

Final Scene – Cliffhanger

Cambria wakes

Not on fire.

But in snow.

An endless tundra, frozen and silent.

No throne.

No, Knox.

Just her.

Alone.

And beside her, buried in the frost

A sword she has never seen.

Made of starlight.

Bearing her name.

And the moment she touches it

She hears a voice she has never heard and yet has always known.

Daughter of the Flame. Your trial has only begun.

Cambria has escaped the convergence momentarily but is now trapped in a mysterious tundra realm linked to her deeper origins. The throne is shattered but its influence lingers. Knox’s fate is unknown, and Maddox may be the only one left who can reach her... if he survives, what comes next?

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