Novel & Cerita What Chapter Is The Throne Scene In Iron Flame

I heard footsteps behind me—but when I turned, it wasn’t Finnick. It was me. A version of me in armor, crown on her head. Cold. Unfeeling. Blood dried on her hands. And behind her stood the child. Watching. “I took the throne,” my reflection said. “And the world burned for it.” “No,” I said. “That’s not me. I *won’t* become that.” “But you already have,” she whispered. “You just haven’t realized it yet.” She raised her hand and the world cracked. Flames erupted from the ground. Screams filled the air. I smelled smoke and blood and ash.

The moment her fingers touched the flame, the world vanished. --- The Vision She stood alone on a barren battlefield. The sky was red, ash fell like snow, and the ground was cracked with rivers of blood. Wolves—hundreds of them—lay dead. Some bore the mark of the High Clans. Others wore Kael’s crest. In the center stood the Throne. And on it—the Thirteenth. He looked at her. Smiled. “This is what you’ll bring,” he said. “No matter how hard you fight.” Aria trembled. “You’re wrong.”

“In that case, I’ll burn my own soul before you ever get the chance.” He stepped forward, approaching the throne. The closer he walked, the harder the embers around it pulsed. Each step left a glowing red mark on the stone floor. Until finally, the embers beneath his feet came alive, swirling like a vortex. The throne radiated light, swallowing everything in sight. Then he saw them, the figures who supported him. Arion standing to the left, smiling calmly in his torn robe. Mireya watches through tears of flame, her face gentle yet full of resolve.

The staircase climbed impossibly high into the darkness. Leading nowhere. Or perhaps somewhere far beyond the world. At the very top stood a throne. The throne from my vision. The Throne of Stars. The throne hidden beneath the kingdom. The throne every ancient power was searching for. And seated upon it was a figure. Motionless. Silent. Wrapped in chains made of silver fire. A prisoner. Still asleep. Still bound. Yet somehow more terrifying than anything we had seen so far. The golden eyes immediately focused on it. The thirteen fortresses turned toward it.

I retort. Thorne's eyes flash the familiar red. He stands and the queen tumbles to the ground off of his lap. It was a funny sight. He strides towards me, his beautiful jaw clenched. This is my opportunity to rip his heart out. I fly towards him but I'm knocked back and down to the floor by and invisible barrier.

I’d be locked up in a heartbeat. “Oi, what are you doing? Where is she?” Levi bounds into the office looking around. Confused that I would be sitting away in the office when I’d found my mate. I gesture at the screen as Levi comes around the back of the desk beside me “Who is that?” “My mate, she’s fucking human”

And still, with fire tearing through his veins, with the pull screaming for him to step forward and claim his place, he did not move. Because someone had to see what was forged when Hell chose a queen. The first flame did not explode. It answered, deliberate and sure. Red fire tore free from Apollo in a sudden, incandescent surge—not wild, not chaotic, but impossibly dense. Devilflame poured from him like a crown inverted, spilling upward and outward in sheets of living heat that scorched the air. The sigils along the throne blazed in perfect synchrony, each rune locking into place as if the mountain had waited centuries for this alignment.

Sky King: “You were summoned as a courtesy. You answered with war. Kneel, child, and I will make it quick.” I step forward. Lightning crawls over my skin like it’s coming home. Celeste: “I don’t kneel. I ride.” I flip Sânge Furtună under my feet. The throne room has rails of frozen lightning running its length. I drop in. The war inside the Throne-ship begins. And every grind, every slash, every heartbeat is a message carved into the sky itself: This is our year. This is our sky. And we are just getting started.

POV: Blaze Ryder "Stop pulling at them, Blaze! You’re not just hitting shadow; you’re hitting your own words!" Rhea’s voice was a frantic chime in the oppressive silence of the Between. Blaze didn't listen. He roared, his russet Alpha flame exploding from his skin in a desperate, jagged halo as he threw his shoulder against the translucent chains binding her to the throne. Each time his fiery strength collided with the links, a sickening jolt of white-hot electricity blasted through his nerves, hurling him back across the obsidian floor.

"I have come to reclaim the throne." (End of Chapter 143)