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

And there was my own reflection, kneeling among them. Nyxara’s growl rolled through me. Enough. Hollowflame surged outward, burning the visions to smoke. “I’ve knelt to what deserves it,” I said. “The rest can burn.” The Throne sharpened into chains, runes descending like rain. They struck the floor and caged me in light. Dorian slammed both palms down. His light leapt through the cracks, met my flame, and braided with it. The runes blistered, shrieking in their lost language.

It said, taking my left hand and with its other arms, separated a small flame from the Throne and slapped it directly on my left palm. “Argh,” I screamed, my hands burning from the inside as the searing pain coursed through my veins, consuming me from within like molten lava. I struggled against its grip, wanting to tear my hands away as my scream got louder than my throat could manage, but the Wanderer’s iron grip anchored me in place. The flames surged from the throne, through the wanderer’s body, and into mine, winding through every nerve, every vein, every artery of my being, as if seeking something buried within me.

“You won’t.” Luna hovered above the throne, her voice echoing across the Vale. “You built this from pain.” The Blood Father snarled. “I built it from truth.” Luna raised her hands. “Then let it burn.” Her mark flared, and the throne ignited. Flames surged upward, swallowing the obsidian, the bone, the crown.

"Let them pray. Let them bleed. I have the throne. I have the crown." Her eyes were shut, magic throbbing blackly within her. "But I Will Never Let Her Take Him Back." Perfera's breath was still in the golden room like a curse. She stood alone, her shadow thrown long across the bloody-red floor of the throne chamber. The torches burned wildly—as if even the flames were afraid of her rage. In the depths below, the Citadel stirred in discontent. The people imprisoned, muted. But their prayers… they still had the temerity to whisper Krishna's name.

“The place is already set. A few more splashes and the fire will eat everything, including you.” I screamed, “You’re insane!” She tilted her head. “Maybe. But I’m rich and free. You? You’ll be ash.” She emptied the last of the fuel on me—my legs, my arms, my hair. I tried to pull away, but I couldn’t move. My whole body trembled from fear and cold liquid. “Burn her,” she told the men, voice calm like she was ordering lunch. I screamed, loud enough to shake the walls. “Someone help! reeva, please!”

That night, the Hollow flame in my chest sparked a vision. Vision: The Bone Throne I stood in a city of ash. The sky was blood red, and wolves howled not in warning but in grief. I saw the Hollow Crown, shattered at my feet. Nyra sat on a throne of bleached skulls, her eyes burning white, her hands stretched wide as thousands knelt before her. "You were the firestarter," she whispered to me. "But I am the flame." Then the city collapsed into shadow. And I woke, choking. The Decision

FLASHBACK: The throne room burned. Pillars crumbled in flames kissed by shadow. Cracks webbed through the marble floors where blood pooled like ink, and the royal banners—embroidered with twin phoenixes—lay torn and trampled beneath shattered glass. Alaric stood in the center, breath ragged, sword wet with the blood of his own kin. Behind him, the obsidian gate—once sealed with thirteen spells—gaped open, its runes pulsing like a heartbeat. The magic was alive. Hungry.

He reiterated my exact words defensively. "Do you not realize the implication of that? You've been in mermaid waters before." The only sound now was from Philip. Then I choked. "What?" I was the most curious. I mean, I had to be. I had almost no idea about myself so every little thing I discovered made me feel better. The scales on my back was on the list of things Tiberius and I kept from the council. And trust me, there was more. "You've been in mermaid waters." She repeated. "At some point in your life, you lived or visited mermaid waters so your blood automatically qualifies as antidote since you have a touch of mermaid."

My words did nothing but enrage him further, and he started to run towards me, hands outstretched ready to place them around my neck. But, before he could reach me, the familiar sounds of large wings flapping in the air met my ears. Fallon and I both looked up, Thale’s red dragon suspended above us. He exhaled flames in Fallon’s direction, although missing him so as to make sure I was not caught in the cross-fire. I needed to get further away.

But that throne changed us all. Even me and him. He was once my guard, my protector. Now, he’s after my kingdom. The path to the throne is paved with thorns, pain and blood. To win, I’ll risk it all. I should risk all of that I have even if my heart is included. --- ETHAN ASH PENDLETON