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Chapter 468: Holy Flame Prince
The Red Dragon unfurled his wings, slicing through the sky like a comet trailing fire, the wind howling in his wake. Kai Xiusu gazed down upon the searing, magma-choked earth below.
"At last."
"Since I've arrived in the Elemental Plane of Fire, I might as well experience the legendary City of Brass—and the War of Burning."
Above the burning earth, towering steam clouds churned in high heat, while rivers of fire and molten lava surged through twisted, grotesque landscapes. At times, a lava river would plunge over cliffs, roaring into a colossal waterfall of flame.
The entire realm was bathed in radiant light—ground, air, structures, even the local inhabitants continuously emitted fire. Yet the true source of visual distortion wasn't the brilliance, but the scorching heat and the thick, smoke-laden atmosphere. The air shimmered with heatwaves, making the horizon dance with mirages. The real landscape beyond vanished into the haze.
This was the heart of the Elemental Plane of Fire—the most intense heat, the most volatile elemental reactivity. The locals called it the Heart of Flame.
And far in the distance, rising like a dream from the inferno, stood a magnificent city. It rested upon a yellow-brass hemisphere forty miles in diameter, floating above a cracked obsidian continent at the plane’s core. A staircase of burning basalt and a flaming river led into the city’s tightly guarded gates.
Inside, the vision was clear. The agonizing natural conditions of the plane were suppressed—by the will of the Great Sultan.
This was City of Brass, the homeland and capital of the Fire Giants, the most renowned region in the Elemental Plane of Fire, and the most likely destination for travelers from the Prime Material Plane.
At the city’s center stood the tallest tower and the largest flame fountain—home to the Burning Palace, where the Great Sultan sat upon his coal throne, ruling over all Fire Giants.
Legends spoke of unimaginable wonders and treasures amassed over millennia—plundered from across the realms. Yet no one had ever successfully taken even a single gold coin from within. All intruders had been reduced to ash by the Great Sultan’s wrathful fire.
But now, the City of Brass was far from calm.
Thousands of Fire Giant warriors clad in copper armor stood atop the city walls, wielding curved blades and spears, manning flaming ballistae, all on high alert. Outside the gates, a ragged army of tens of thousands of Fire Lizard slaves, thousands of Flame Wyverns, and dozens of multi-headed Fire Lizards stretched across the cracked obsidian plain.
From portals in Hell, demons poured forth—forces dispatched by the Evil Flame Prince Imist. Fire Elemental Elders, Lava Generals, and the Duke of Smoke arrived, forming a formidable frontline.
A crimson giant over ten meters tall—the Fire Giant’s Pasha—raised his blade high, a symbol of honor, and bellowed.
The evil Fire Elementals roared in unison:
"For the Fire Giant Empire!"
"For the Great Sultan!"
"Sacrifice to the Flame Deity!"
Their cries echoed across the burning sky.
Opposite them, on the fractured obsidian plateau, stood the rebel forces—Holy Flame Legion, led by the uprising Fire Giants.
Their ranks were a tapestry of defiance: freed Fire Dwarves, Humans, Elves, and other enslaved races. Angels of blazing light and armored divine servants descended from the heavens. Elemental Apostles and Noble spirits who followed the benevolent Lord of Fire joined the cause.
But the most radiant figure stood atop the obsidian peak—the very embodiment of hope.
The legendary Good Lord of Fire, known as the Holy Flame Prince, the Rekindled Ember, and The Never-Extinct Flame of Resistance—Zaman Ruur.
An Elemental Sovereign of towering stature, standing over ten meters tall, he appeared as a vigorous, confident youth forged of pure elemental energy. His eyes burned with fierce light, his beard and hair a raging inferno.
He stood with a long spear planted in the ground, his gaze fixed upon the Fire Giants who enslaved the elemental plane. His eyes blazed with unrelenting fury—eyes that had never known peace.
The spear’s tip gleamed under the flame-light, its surface faintly stained with blood. It radiated a dangerous aura—capable of destroying anything in its path.
This was the fabled Holy Flame Spear, the artifact that had pierced the Great Sultan’s chest just months ago.
Though aligned with Good, Zaman Ruur remained undeniably a creature of Fire—possessing all its volatile traits: wild, furious, consuming. His eyes were eternally filled with the fire of revenge, a flame that would never die.
It was hatred—born of millennia—for all evil, especially the Evil Flame Prince Imist.
Their feud had existed since Zaman Ruur’s birth. He was the son of Imix and Brisia Per, the woman known as the Princess of Eternal Flame, once the former Lord of Fire—murdered over ten thousand years ago during the War of Chaos and Order.
From that moment, Zaman Ruur inherited his mother’s legacy: to eradicate Imist, and restore order and goodness to the Elemental Plane of Fire.
Decades ago, Kasus, sensing Imist’s ambitions and the Great Sultan’s treachery, granted Zaman Ruur greater strength—sparking the great War of Burning.
Now, beings of Good Alignment gathered beneath him—among them, an ancient Golden Dragon from Heaven’s Mountain, standing as an ally.
Kai Xiusu hovered high above, tens of miles from the City of Brass, wings spread. Using Heaven’s Judgment Dragon Eye, he observed the battlefield.
In his vision, the field teemed with dense clusters of light—like countless stars scattered across the earth.
"So this is the ‘Holy Flame Prince’ Zaman Ruur? No wonder he’s a Sovereign of Good Alignment."
"Terrifying power."
"That body—it’s like a living mountain of fire, pulsing with destructive energy."
Kai Xiusu assessed, his tone grave.
[Holy Flame Prince – Zaman Ruur]
Challenge Rating: ????
The fact that even he, Kai Xiusu, could not discern the full extent of Zaman Ruur’s strength meant his Challenge Rating had reached thirty or higher—an entity nearly divine.
Even by instinct, the Red Dragon could feel the overwhelming, searing heat of the Fire Element, far more potent than the elemental energy he himself could command.
And on the obsidian ridge, powerful allies stood beside Zaman Ruur: an Ancient Gold Dragon, a Blazing Sky Divine Attendant, and Supreme Heaven—their power rivaling even Kai Xiusu’s.
But the Fire Giant side was no less formidable. Demons from Hell, Imist’s subordinate Elemental Nobles—each a force to be reckoned with.
Kai Xiusu’s expression darkened.
If even these forces are this strong… the Great Sultan’s true power must be far greater than I imagined. But good—his wounds are deep. And I have no intention of fighting to the death.
He stared at the two armies, breath drawn in quiet awe.
"Fascinating. What a high-tier conflict—truly a masterpiece of Kasus’s design. If I threw my entire Empire army into this battlefield, they’d barely stir a ripple."
Wait—
Suddenly, a chilling wave of danger washed over him.
A dozen piercing, deadly gazes locked onto him—like needles through flesh. His breath quickened. His massive heart pounded in his chest.
"This is dangerous…"
"They’ve spotted me. No—more than just me!"
He felt it—not only from the obsidian peak, but from within the heart of the City of Brass itself.
(End of Chapter)
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