Ember Dragon Novel Chapter 440: The Story of the Ember Emperor

Chapter 440: Chapter 440: The Story of the Ember Emperor

Chapter 440: The Story of the Ember Emperor

"Long ti no see, Misha."

A deep male voice resonated from the top of the altar.

Misha’s golden eyes sparkled, flas flickering within them. Her delicate face lit up with excitent.

"It’s His Majesty!"

She softly exclaid with joy.

However, Misha restrained her inner elation and delight. Descending from mid-air, she landed gracefully and followed imperial etiquette by slightly bowing her head and ascending the steps one by one.

Finally, it’s ti to enter the storyline!

Next up is the audience with the Emperor and advancing to Dragon Pact Sorcerer!

Sumr Night Autumn Rain thought to herself.

The three players quickly turned around and cautiously followed Misha, step by step.

Yet, they couldn’t help but curiously glance upward.

At the end of the long staircase, atop the altar, stood a tall throne adorned with dragon carvings.

Seated upon the throne was a man clad in a crimson robe, wearing a gem-encrusted golden crown. His handso face was complented by his deep pale-golden slit pupils.

He rested his chin on his hand casually. Even with such an unassuming posture, the aura he emitted compelled reverence.

—This was Cassius in his human form.

The mont he appeared, it was as though the entire world centered around him, as if all existence revolved in his orbit.

A god-like presence.

Misha stood stunned.

Even the players were struck speechless, standing rooted in place.

Under the dual influence of [Extraordinary Charisma] and [Supre Authority], Cassius’s aura was capable of such overwhelming impact.

"Additionally... welco, Starlit Descendants who have passed the trial. You are the future Dragon Pact Sorcerers of the Empire."

Cassius spoke with a smile.

He withdrew his overwhelming aura, observing the trial’s victors with a slight nod.

Cassius had initially expected thirteen participants to pass. He hadn’t anticipated Misha’s trial to be so stringent, leaving only three successful candidates.

Sumr Night Autumn Rain, Art Is Explosion, and Dragon-Loving Wind—these were nas widely known in the previous tiline.

The first two required no introduction, being top-tier professional Sorcerer players. However, the third left Cassius sowhat speechless.

Dragon-Loving Wind was undeniably strong, but his fa stemd from an entirely different... obsession.

"His Majesty has grown even stronger!"

Misha’s heart raced, and she dared not et Cassius’s gaze directly. Still, her heart brimd with joy.

Having trained in the Plane of Fire for so long, she had missed the grand coronation ceremony, a fact that once saddened her deeply.

But now, she finally had the chance to et him again.

"So handso..."

"How can a model be this perfect? And that aura..."

Sumr Night Autumn Rain muttered to herself, still recovering from the "hard control" state, sneaking cautious glances at him.

"Amazing!"

"With the high-temperature flas of the Dragon Pact Sorcerer, I can finally help the guild’s leaders slt aluminum alloy chs!"

Art Is Explosion was visibly ecstatic.

Dragon-Loving Wind, while equally excited, harbored a peculiar disappointnt.

"Why isn’t he in dragon form?"

"Darn it, I want to touch Lord Cassius’s tail..."

Cassius glanced at Misha, who appeared around fifteen or sixteen years old. Seeing the [Challenge Level: 14] above her head, he couldn’t help but feel astonished.

As expected of a boss from the past, her talent was incredible.

In just one year, her power had skyrocketed. Cassius even heard rumors in the Plane of Fire about the "Daughter of Dragonfire"—an outrageous title.

These rumors painted Misha as the child of the "Ember Emperor" Cassius and a Fire Genie noble.

Amused, Cassius chuckled softly and said:

"Misha, your progress is impressive—even beyond my expectations. In just a year, you’ve reached such heights."

"Your Majesty, it’s all thanks to your grace."

Overwheld by Cassius’s praise, Misha bowed her head, responding with utmost respect.

Hearing this exchange, the three players were utterly shocked.

What?

One year?

That ant... Misha had beco a Dragon Pact Sorcerer in less ti than they had spent playing "Erezaghe" as Sorcerers!

And within that single year, Misha had risen to beco a boss-level entity capable of annihilating dozens of elite players and taming elder fire elentals!

Just how strong was this faction sub-class?

Unbeknownst to them, the resources poured into Misha by the Ember Empire were astronomical: countless fire-elental magic crystals, spell scrolls, and elixirs had been given to her without restraint.

Would that not astonish them?

Observing the varied expressions on the players’ faces, Cassius’s lips curled slightly.

In a solemn tone, he spoke the lines he had prepared.

"Starlit Descendants, you have completed the Trial of the Tower of Blighted Fla, proving your strength and loyalty to ."

"Thus, I shall grant you the power of the True Dragon."

Cassius raised his hand nonchalantly.

"Like this."

"Boom!"

Suddenly, flas surged, creating an inferno, teors plumted, and scorching celestial bodies appeared, painting catastrophic scenes in the sky.

Armies were obliterated.

Cities were reduced to ash.

Rivers dried up, and the earth cracked.

The players heard deafening roars, the crashing of collapsing buildings, and even the cries of people.

"A dragon! It’s a dragon!"

Soone shouted in desperation.

Amidst the chaos, Cassius’s voice rang clear:

"Catastrophe..."

"Revere it. This is the power I, as the Emperor of the Ember Empire, can bestow upon you. It brings both destruction and renewal."

"But all power cos at a cost. You must exercise restraint and control."

Cassius clenched his fist.

Everything halted instantly.

The flas, teors, and celestial bodies dissolved into nothingness, vanishing like bubbles.

The apocalyptic scene seed never to have occurred. The altar of Isthalia returned to its solemn tranquility, accompanied by the gentle sound of flowing water.

"This..."

The three players stood aghast, mouths agape, unable to speak.

Such a spectacle...

Could it truly be achieved by an individual’s power?

On the throne, the black-haired, golden-eyed man lowered his hand and sighed:

"The sun sleeps, the stars fall, the moonlight dims, and endless wars engulf the Fianzo continent. Bloodshed and slaughter will dominate Erezaghe. This world is undergoing imnse change, and the peace of the Ember Empire will not last forever."

"To face the impending calamities, the Ember Empire requires more powerful individuals to carry out my will and restore true rational order to this world."

Cassius fixed his gaze on the three players.

His pale golden eyes glead faintly.

"And you, Starlit Descendants, are worthy of becoming my proxies, the Empire’s foremost Sorcerers, the Dragon Pact Sorcerers."

"So—are you ready?"