Chapter 398 Prince of the Holy Flame

The Red Dragon spread its wings, its scarlet silhouette streaking across the sky like a comet amidst the howling wind.

Cassius gazed down upon the fiery landscape below, where lava flowed endlessly.

"Finally arrived...."

"Since I've come to the Fire Elemental Plane, I must witness the legendary City of Brass and the...Burning War."

High-temperature steam clouds roiled over the flame-spewing land, with rivers of fire and lava traversing the deformed, hideous surface, sometimes cascading down cliffs to form enormous, majestic firefalls.

This place was always bathed in radiance; the ground, air, buildings, and even some of the local inhabitants constantly emitted flames.

But it was not the bright light that caused visual impairment, but rather the effect of heat and perpetually smoky atmosphere. The heat distorted the air, causing mirages at the edge of the observer's vision, hiding the true environment in the distance.