Chapter 78 - The Void’s Hunger

The wasteland lay still, a sprawl of cracked earth and shadow-cragged spires under a sky that drank light like a wound. No wind stirred, no sound broke the silence—only a weight, heavy as absence, that pressed the chest and dulled the pulse. Beyond a ridge of splintered stone, where darkness pooled thicker than night, a rift gaped—an ebon maw that exhaled a force so vast it seemed to erase the stars. The Hollow Void, the forty-first force, had awakened, its boundless hunger of infinite power a muted roar to swallow all that Lin Feng held whole.