The volcanic caldera smoldered under a sky of ash and flame, its blackened rim glowing with molten veins that pulsed like the heart of a dying star. Lava bubbled in jagged pools, spitting embers that danced in the air, each spark a fleeting vow of destruction. The heat was a living thing, pressing against the skin, searing breath into gasps that tasted of sulfur and ruin. Beyond a fissure where the caldera's core roared crimson, a rift blazed—a molten maelstrom that radiated a force so fierce it could reduce mountains to ash. The Ember Monarch, the seventieth force, had ignited, its boundless inferno of infinite power a roaring vow to burn Lin Feng's spirit to cinders.