The volcanic plain stretched like a wound across the earth, its cracked crust glowing with veins of molten red under a sky choked with ash. Heat rose in shimmering waves, twisting the air into a haze that stung the lungs and blurred the edges of hope. Beyond the plain, where blackened rock crumbled into a jagged fissure, a rift roared—a crimson gash that spewed sparks and fury, its light a challenge to the dawn. The Wild Inferno, the thirty-fifth force, had ignited, its boundless storm of fire a primal scream to consume all that Lin Feng held unbroken.