His Bride, Her Revenge
Chapter 115: Secrets Uncovered

Chapter 115: Secrets Uncovered

The night pressed down like a heavy shroud over the shattered empire, the weight of countless unspoken truths thick in the air. Cambria stood atop the Watchtower’s highest battlement, the wind tearing through her hair, the scent of ash and blood mingling with the cold. Below, the once-proud capital lay in ruins an empire fractured, a people left trembling in the shadows of their own fears.

Maddox joined her in silence, his boots scraping softly against the stone. His face was drawn, eyes hollowed by too many sleepless nights, too many battles fought not only with sword and strategy, but with loyalty and doubt.

"We’ve held them off for now," he said at last, his voice low, as if afraid to disturb the fragile stillness. "But Knox’s forces regroup with every hour. And those dark stars, whatever they truly are, keep falling. Each one brings more horrors."

Cambria didn’t answer at first. Her gaze remained fixed on the distant horizon where the sky bled with dawn’s first pale light, though no warmth came with it.

"I can’t keep fighting a shadow, Maddox," she whispered. "There is something we’re missing. Something that Seraphine planned for, that Knox fed, that even my father feared."

Maddox hesitated, then drew from his coat a folded parchment, old and brittle at the edges. "We found this in the vault beneath the citadel. One of Lucien’s private records. I didn’t want to show you until we could verify it... But there’s no time left for caution."

Cambria took it with trembling fingers. The seal had been broken long ago; the ink faded, but the words carved deep into the parchment still sang of betrayal and sorrow.

To whoever reads this:

If you have come to this place, you walk in the ruin of my making. The God Engine was never our salvation. It was our chain. Seraphine Vale’s true design was not conquest. It was the rebirth of herself, her bloodline, through the destruction of all that came before. The Flame That Devours was but a key. The Engine, the lock. And the soul she meant to free... was never mine. It was hers.

There is a chamber beneath the Hollow Crown where the first flame sleeps. The flame that no king could bend. If Seraphine wakes it, the world burns. If she binds it, the world dies.

Forgive me, my daughter.

Cambria’s heart hammered in her chest as she read. The paper slipped from her hands, caught by the wind and swept away like the last confession of a damned soul.

"I have to go there," she said. Her voice shook not with fear but with resolve.

Maddox gripped her arm. "It could be a trap. Everything Seraphine’s done has been a game of layers each move meant to draw you deeper until there’s no way back."

"Then I’ll go deeper," Cambria said. Her eyes burned with determination. "Because if I don’t, she will."

The descent beneath the Hollow Crown was like a journey into the marrow of the world. The old tunnels were choked with the bones of past kings, their faces long since crumbled to dust. The deeper they went, the more the air felt charged like the breath of something ancient, waiting, listening.

Torches guttered in the cold draft, shadows dancing on walls carved with forgotten glyphs. Cambria traced a finger over an image of a queen crowned in flame, standing above a city in ruin.

"Althea," Maddox said softly, recognizing the legend. "The queen who scorched her own empire to stop the rise of the Engine."

Cambria nodded, but her focus remained ahead. Each step brought them closer to the truth, and to whatever price it demanded.

At last, they reached the final chamber a vast hollow carved by hands lost to time. At its center lay a great brazier, cold now, but etched with the same sigils as the throne above.

And at its base chains. Broken.

Maddox froze. "Someone’s already been here."

Cambria stepped forward, her breath misting in the icy air. "Or something has already escaped."

Suddenly, a voice filled the chamber not a sound, but a presence. A whisper in their bones.

Cambria Vale.

She spun, blade drawn but there was no one there. The voice seemed to come from the walls themselves, from the flame long dead.

You have inherited a crown of ash. You seek truth where none can save you. Turn back. Or burn with your folly.

"Seraphine!" Cambria shouted, defiance ringing from stone to stone. "Show yourself!"

The shadows shifted. A shape coalesced in the far corner a woman robed in black and silver, her face hidden behind a veil of smoke. The air thickened with power, and Maddox staggered as if struck.

"I have no need to show myself to a child playing queen," the figure said. "But since you have come so far, know this: what sleeps beneath your feet is not meant for mortal hands. The First Flame chose no master, and it will not choose you."

Cambria lifted her chin. "Then I will take what it denies."

A laugh, bitter and cold. "You think you can? The prodigal stands at your side, and still you believe you are strong enough alone?"

Knox stepped from the shadows at that moment, drawn by the storm of power in the chamber. His gaze locked with Cambria’s, then flicked to the figure.

"It’s her," he said, voice low. "Or what’s left of her. A fragment, bound to this place."

"Knox," Seraphine’s echo sneered. "You disappoint me. I gave you power beyond imagining. And still you crawl after her."

Knox didn’t flinch. "You gave me chains. I broke them."

"You think love will save you?" Seraphine’s voice grew sharper. "Love is the lie that breaks empires. Love is the flame that devours. I taught you that."

Cambria raised her blade. "And now you’ll see what it costs."

The chamber quaked. The brazier at the center flared suddenly to life black fire roaring upward, filling the air with heat and hunger. The chains at its base rattled, and the floor cracked beneath their feet.

Maddox shouted over the roar. "We have to get out!"

But Cambria stood her ground. She stared into the heart of the flame and for a moment, it stared back. She saw not destruction, but memory of a world before the Engine, before betrayal, before the endless war.

And then the ground gave way.

They fell into darkness, into a place where light had never lived. The world above was lost, swallowed by the stone’s closing maw. Cambria felt Maddox’s hand grip hers, felt the heat of Knox’s power beside her. But even together, they felt small tiny sparks adrift in an ocean of shadow.

And then they landed on cold stone, slick with moisture, beneath a sky of rock and root.

A vast cavern stretched before them, filled with rivers of molten gold and black flame. At its center rose a spire ancient, broken at the top, but still crowned with the symbol of the First Flame.

Cambria rose to her feet, breath ragged.

"This is it," she said. "The heart of the empire. The truth was buried by every king who came before."

Knox stared at the spire, awe and dread mingling in his gaze. "And now we either claim it..."

"...or die with it," Cambria finished.

They started forward.

And the cavern awoke.

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