His Bride, Her Revenge-Chapter 92: A Bitter Victory

The throne room trembled as power surged through the ancient walls. The air pulsed with raw energy, humming like a storm before it broke. Cambria stood above Knox, her blade poised to strike the final blow, her breath steady, her form blazing with the violet aura of the crown. She had never felt so alive and yet, so dangerously on the edge.

But then... the whisper of death came.

Metal groaned.

Glass shattered.

From the far corridor, beyond the fractured remains of the east wing, a sound rose like marching. Like an army. Cold. Precise.

Sophia Drake lifted her head, her tablet glowing with runes and blood-red data.

"They’re awake," she murmured, eyes wide with reverence. "The perfected ones."

Cambria’s instincts screamed, but she was already moving. She turned just as the doors were blown inward and ripped off their hinges by the first wave of Pandora soldiers.

Not soldiers.

Weapons.

Tall, enhanced, skin pale and laced with cybernetic lines that pulsed blue-white. Eyes glowing. Bodies are efficient. Perfect.

They didn’t speak.

They didn’t scream.

They moved.

Like ghosts with blades.

Cambria flung herself at Knox, but he rolled aside and vanished into the smoke, his laughter trailing behind him as he fled. "This is your crown, Cambria! Let’s see if you can bleed for it!"

She barely had time to turn before the first weapon lunged.

The impact was staggering. Steel crashed against violet flame, and Cambria flew back, slamming into the shattered base of the Blackwood throne. The weapon stalked toward her, its head tilting, analyzing her with mechanical precision.

"Cambria!" Evelyn’s voice crackled through the communicator. "There’s too many. The upper levels are compromised. We’re losing ground!"

Cambria scrambled to her feet, sword raised. "Pull back. Get Lucien and anyone else loyal out of the west wing. I’ll hold them here."

Evelyn’s voice dropped. "You won’t survive it alone."

"I don’t have to," Cambria said through gritted teeth. "I just have to stall."

Maddox Raye woke up to chaos. Blood matted his hair. A sharp sting in his shoulder told him the last hit from the enforcers had cracked something, but his vision was clearing now.

He wasn’t alone.

Rhys knelt beside him, his arm in a makeshift sling. Around them, the last loyal guards, bloodied and outnumbered, had formed a final line of defense.

"Where is she?" Maddox demanded, pushing himself upright.

Rhys’s jaw clenched. "Still inside. Facing Knox. Facing... everything."

"We have to go back," Maddox said.

Rhys grunted. "And do what? Die next to her?"

Maddox’s voice broke. "I’d rather die there than live out here knowing she fell alone."

Rhys stared at him and then offered a hand.

"Then let’s make sure she doesn’t."

Cambria moved like a storm, her violet blade cleaving through the air as the first wave closed in. Two fell slashed through the joints where bone and tech met. But the third adapted. The fourth was faster.

She was studying.

The Pandora weapons moved like a hive mind coordinated, unrelenting. One grabbed her wrist, twisting it until something cracked. Another swept her feet from under her.

She crashed to the ground, blood pooling from her temple.

Above her, one weapon raised its arm, its forearm shifting into a sleek blade.

Cambria’s heart raced. Not from fear. From fury.

"I am not your project," she hissed.

She unleashed everything.

A burst of violet light erupted from her chest, surging out in a dome of force. The Pandora weapons reeled, disrupted momentarily stunned.

Cambria stumbled to her feet, chest heaving. Her vision was blurring. The crown’s energy was burning through her, too fast.

A cost for every gift.

From the corridor, Evelyn appeared leading a ragged group of survivors. Among them: Lucien, limping but alive. Maddox and Rhys flanked him, both armed with plasma rifles scavenged from the fallen.

"Behind me!" Cambria shouted.

They rallied.

Lucien stood beside his daughter, his voice ragged but proud. "You held the line."

"I’m not done yet," she growled.

Sophia’s voice echoed through the chamber from the overhead speakers. "It’s beautiful, isn’t it? Watching you burn just to stay upright. This is the end, Cambria. No more rebellion. No more legacy. Just obedience."

Evelyn lifted her pistol. "I’ve heard enough of her voice to last a lifetime."

Lucien looked around. "We need to shut her down. The protocol she’s using to control the hive."

Maddox wiped blood from his brow. "Where’s the mainframe?"

Cambria pointed to the nexus vault. "Below us. But we’ll never reach it in time. Not unless "

Her eyes widened.

"No," Evelyn said instantly, reading her face. "Cam, don’t."

Cambria turned to her. "If I link directly to the source... the network... I might be able to override it all. Cut off Sophia’s control. End it."

Lucien’s face paled. "But you’ll burn out. Your mind, your body, it’s already stretched."

Cambria smiled faintly. "Then it’s a bitter victory."

They cleared the path to the nexus chamber through smoke and blood. Cambria entered first, her skin glowing. The systems responded instantly, recognizing her as the crown’s bearer.

Sophia’s voice boomed from the walls. "You won’t survive this. You think you’re saving them but you’re sacrificing everything."

Cambria stepped into the center.

"I’ve already lost everything," she said. "Now I’m taking it back."

She placed her hands on the core.

The system surged.

The connection was instant and brutal.

Every mind. Every prototype. Every scream. Every code.

The network flooded her consciousness.

Knox’s orders.

Sophia’s commands. frёewebnoѵēl.com

The protocols.

The pain.

She pushed through it all.

She reached the center.

And rewrote it.

"Obedience ends now," she whispered.

Throne Room – Same Time

The Pandora weapons paused.

One by one they stopped.

Their glowing eyes dimmed.

Then it collapsed.

Silence fell like a hammer.

The survivors stared in disbelief. Maddox clutched the wall for support. Evelyn sank to her knees, trembling.

Cambria’s voice crackled through the communicator.

"It’s done."

Lucien exhaled a shaky breath. "You did it."

But then

The room shook again.

Lucien froze. "No..."

From above, something detached from the ceiling. A small spherical drone, glowing with red light.

Sophia’s voice.

"Did you really think I didn’t prepare for failure?"

The drone was activated.

A countdown.

10... 9... 8...

Lucien shouted. "EMP overload! She’s wiping the core, burning it all to keep her secrets buried!"

Maddox’s voice broke. "Cambria’s still inside!"

7... 6... 5...

Evelyn ran toward the stairs. "Cambria! Get out, GET OUT!"

No response.

4... 3...

Lucien grabbed the drone, trying to pry it open. "There’s no time!"

2... 1...

A flash of white light.

A scream.

Then

Silence.

The throne room dimmed. All systems are powered down. The walls went cold.

Evelyn staggered back, shaking her head. "No. No. No "

Maddox was already running toward the vault.

Toward the tomb.

Toward her.

As the smoke clears from the EMP blast, the nexus is wiped clean. The throne is silent. The network is dead. And Cambria... is missing.

Nobody. No signal.

Only a single, glowing rune burned into the floor where she once stood.

The mark of the Crown.

She saved them all.

But at what cost?