His Bride, Her Revenge
Chapter 106: The Queen’s Wrath

Chapter 106: The Queen’s Wrath

The sky cracked open.

Above the Hollow Crown, night bled into dawn, but no sun rose. Instead, the heavens were stained with ash and flame. Dark stars rained down, each impact shaking the very bones of the world. The air hummed with power a chorus of ruin and the earth responded with tremors that split mountains, that shattered the walls of once-great kingdoms.

Cambria stood upon the shattered balcony, her hair whipping around her face in the bitter wind. The fires of the Hollow Crown reflected in her golden eyes. Behind her, Maddox and Knox stood in tense silence, weapons drawn not for each other but for what was coming.

Knox spoke first, his voice low. "This is her doing."

Cambria didn’t look at him. "I know."

"She’s calling them. The perfected weapons. The children of Pandora. And worse."

A fresh meteor tore through the sky, striking the eastern cliffs. The blast wave reached them moments later, and dust filled the air, choking and blinding.

Cambria clenched her fists. The flame inside her flared, answering the chaos, craving the destruction. But she held it back, teeth gritted. "This is what you wanted, isn’t it, Knox? A world consumed by fire?"

Knox shook his head, the embers in his veins dimming. "Not like this. I could control it. But Seraphine... she is the fire."

Maddox snarled. "Enough. We waste breath. We should strike before she gains more ground."

"No," Cambria said, stepping back from the edge. "Not yet. We don’t fight blindly. We gather what’s left of our strength, or we fall like the rest."

Knox looked at her truly looked at her. This wasn’t the girl who once wept at his grave. This was a queen forged in ruin. His throat tightened. "You’ve changed."

Cambria’s gaze met his, unflinching. "I had to. You left me no choice."

Deep beneath the Hollow Crown

Lucien Vale moved through the forgotten corridors, the earth groaning overhead. The light from his torch flickered as he approached the sealed chamber of the Vault of Queens. Here, the last secrets of the God Engine were buried. Here, Seraphine’s prison waited.

At the door, ancient runes glowed in protest of his approach. His hand hovered over the control panel, trembling. Once opened, nothing will ever be the same.

"Father."

The voice froze him.

Cambria’s.

He turned, and she stood there, wreathed in flame and shadow, Maddox and Knox flanking her like angels and devils. She had found him at last.

"You can’t open it," she said. "You’ll unleash what even you can’t control."

Lucien’s face was gaunt, hollowed by guilt and years of hidden war. "It’s too late. She stirs. If I don’t open it on my terms, she will break free on hers."

"She already is," Knox said. "Every star that falls is hers. Every soldier that rises is hers."

Cambria stepped forward. "We end this. Together."

Lucien hesitated.

But then thunder. The chamber ceiling cracked, and dust and stone fell. And from the shadows beyond, a voice:

"Together? There is no together. There is only me."

Seraphine.

Her image flickered into existence a ghost of silver and black, eyes like hollow moons. Chains draped her like a mockery of a crown. But power leaked from her very being, a tide no lock could hold.

"You come to stop me, daughter of fire?" she whispered. "Or do you come to take my throne?"

Cambria’s flame surged, her wrath no longer contained. "Your throne was built on blood. Your throne ends here."

The Battle Begins

The Vault exploded outward. Seraphine stepped into the world not flesh, but force. And the Hollow Crown trembled at her return.

Knox moved first, black flame igniting his hands. Maddox followed his blade with a streak of silver. But Seraphine raised one hand, and the air became a weapon, hurling them back like leaves before a storm.

Cambria met her head-on, fire to fire, fury to fury.

Their powers clashed gold against silver, flame against shadow. The earth split beneath them. Towers crumbled. The sky wept ash.

Knox staggered to his feet, blood on his lips. "We can’t win this like before. She’s beyond us."

Cambria didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. The wrath that had slept inside her heart for so long now blazed free. Every betrayal. Every loss. Every shattered dream. She gave them to the fire.

And Seraphine felt it.

"You burn bright, little queen," Seraphine hissed, voice cracking with effort. "But fire is fleeting. I am eternal."

Cambria’s voice roared above the storm. "Then let eternity burn!"

The Tide Turns

Lucien activated the failsafe the last gift of the true Engine. The ground beneath Seraphine glowed with ancient runes, binding her for a breath, a heartbeat.

It was enough.

Knox and Maddox struck as one. Light and shadow, blade and flame, tearing through her defenses. Cambria followed her power a sun unleashed.

Seraphine shrieked a sound that split the heavens.

And the Hollow Crown fell.

Stone and steel gave way, the palace collapsing into ruin. Dust consumed the world.

Aftermath

When the dust cleared, Cambria rose from the wreckage, coughing and bleeding but alive. Knox and Maddox emerged beside her. But of Seraphine, nothing remained but ash.

Or so it seemed.

Far across the broken lands, the stars still fell. The perfected weapons still rose.

And in the dark, a single ember glowed.

Seraphine’s voice echoed on the wind:

"This is only the beginning."

As Cambria stared across the wasteland that was once her kingdom, she felt it the earth beneath her feet was not still. It pulsed. A heartbeat.

The God Engine.

Not dead.

Not broken.

Awake.

And waiting.

Knox turned to her, his face pale. "We didn’t stop her. We freed her."

Cambria closed her eyes, feeling the weight of the world on her shoulders.

"We end this," she said. "No matter the cost."

Above them, the sky split once more and something far worse than Seraphine began to descend.

The world burned.

Smoke coiled over the jagged horizon, choking out the light of dawn. Where once proud towers of the Hollow Crown had kissed the sky, now only charred spires and broken stones remained. The land bore the scars of ruin-blackened soil, rivers turned to steam, and forests reduced to skeletal ash. Cambria stood at the heart of this desolation, the weight of loss pressing against her chest like a stone too heavy to lift.