Ember Dragon Novel Chapter 467: The Treaty

Chapter 467: Chapter 467: The Treaty

Chapter 467: The Treaty

Thus, the negotiation concluded.

The Fire elental Kingdom and the Ember Empire signed the Treaty of Imperial Amity and Exchange.

The respective rulers—Fire elental Sultan and the Ember Emperor Cassius—swore an oath before the essence of the fire elental plane, forging the contract.

1. The Fire elental Kingdom will provide the Ember Empire with 25 wishes annually for a minimum of 10 years.

2. The Fire elental Kingdom will pay five million gold denars in elental ore to purchase a large stock of military arms.

3. The Fire elental Kingdom will relinquish control of Cast Iron City and Black Iron City and cease any interference with Brass Bastion.

Furious, the Sultan caused his projection to explode, leaving a massive crater a hundred ters in diater, while his true body continued recovering within his Charcoal Palace.

Fire elental Pasha Ismail hung his head low and led his soldiers back to Brass City.

As was the custom for defeated Pashas, what awaited him were the Sultan’s punishnts and challenges from ambitious fire elental warriors.

Despite the strict control of information by fire elental officials, news of the battle spread like wildfire, causing widespread panic among their ranks.

Within re days, the Battle of the Scorching Plains had spread throughout the Fire elental Kingdom, even reaching the ranks of the Holy Fla Rebellion.

According to the rumors, the Red Dragon Emperor from the Material Plane had bitten off Pasha Ismail’s head. The Pasha only survived thanks to the Sultan’s intervention and revival.

After secret negotiations—rumored to have cost the Sultan a hundred wishes per year—a ceasefire was finally achieved.

Cassius’ na spread throughout the inner planes.

Residents of the planes of Fire, Wind, Water, Earth, Positive Energy, and Negative Energy all learned of this dragon, especially rembering the fearso title of the "Soul-Devouring Dragon."

Outskirts of Black Iron City, Scorching Plains.

The land was scarred and broken, with deep fissures and craters filled with molten lava, occasionally erupting with bursts of fla.

"Roar—"

The red dragon let out a long roar, spread his wings, and extended his left claw.

Flas representing the plane’s essence surged toward him, forming a complex magic circle in his palm.

[Summon Elental Colossus]

A vortex of fire swirled in midair, and a massive creature over ten ters tall crawled out, letting out a low growl before kneeling obediently before Cassius.

Its body was composed entirely of fire and molten rock, with every inch containing destructive fire elental energy capable of reducing mortal cities to ashes.

[Fire Elental Colossus]

Challenge Rating: 16

"Not bad."

Cassius observed the towering creature in the distance and nodded with satisfaction. With a casual wave of his claw, the colossus vanished.

He lowered his gaze and focused on the red flas flickering in his palm.

This was a tiny fragnt of the power representing the essence of the fire elental plane.

After several days of experintation, he had already mastered the power that originally belonged to Pasha Ismail—or more accurately, to the Fire elental Sultan.

He even sensed the essence of this power—it was akin to pseudo-divine influence over the elental plane.

The elental lords didn’t rule their respective planes or the creatures within them. The authority they wielded was symbolic, falling just short of true divine power.

The Sultan’s plan likely involved bringing the entire fire elental plane under the rule of the fire elentals, elevating his authority to encompass the entire plane.

This concept was strikingly similar to Cassius’ domain.

The six Pashas served as vessels for the Sultan’s power and were carefully nurtured sacrifices for his ascension to godhood. One of them had now been consud by Cassius.

Even if Cassius hadn’t "devoured" the Pasha, the Fla Primordial with true divine power would never have allowed anyone to covet his authority.

To maintain balance among the powers, the Burning War would continue for a long ti.

There would be no true winner in this ga—except perhaps opportunistic outsiders like Cassius, who thrived in chaos.

Cassius grinned, feeling the power resembling the plane’s essence coursing through him.

"What a delightful surprise. With this power, I could even consider myself an elental noble."

"Fascinating."

The flas in his claw shifted continuously, transforming into birds, fish, and dragons flapping their wings.

With this new power, Cassius’ control over fire had reached terrifying levels.

As a red dragon, he already possessed a fire elental core, often classified by scholars as a semi-elental being. With the Pasha’s power added, he could now be considered a native of the fire elental plane.

[Elental Command]

As an elental master, you can attempt to control elental beings of the sa type. Targets must succeed on a will save or be completely under your command.

Cassius’ mind stirred, and his pale golden eyes glead.

Instantly, the firebirds in the orange sky fell under his control, forming various formations.

Lava-dwelling fire spirits leapt out one by one, lining up in orderly ranks as if acknowledging Cassius as their natural ruler.

"What a lovely place. If I had a secure domain here, I might consider sleeping for centuries."

"But unfortunately, I signed a contract with the Sultan, and I must leave the fire elental plane within ten days."

"In that case, I might as well et this so-called Holy Fla Prince before leaving."

With that thought, Cassius flapped his wings, stirring up an ash-laden whirlwind as his massive dragon body soared into the sky.

"Roar—"

With another long roar, Cassius flapped his wings again, his crimson silhouette cutting through the orange sky as he flew into the distance.

Soldiers and freedn on the city walls watched the streak of fire across the horizon and cried out in awe.

"Look!"

"It’s Emperor Cassius!"

"It’s true—His Majesty is leaving the fire elental plane!"

"Great Red Dragon..."

Feelings of loss and reluctance filled the air on the city walls.

Many soldiers and freedn knelt in the direction of the departing dragon, murmuring prayers.

Within Black Iron City, Serkan, who was overseeing repairs to the city’s defenses, raised his head and pounded his fist against his chest in a gesture of loyalty.

His eyes were filled with determination and emotion.

"Emperor Cassius..."

"I won’t let you down. I’ll be a competent colonial governor and establish a strong foothold for the empire here in the fire elental plane, awaiting your return."

"When that ti cos, you will be the true master of the fire elental plane."