The glacier ravine gleamed under a sky of pale frost, its towering ice walls etched with veins of blue that shimmered like frozen veins, each facet trapping light in a cage of eternal cold. Snow fell in slow, relentless drifts, blanketing the ground in a silence that smothered sound, each flake a whisper of stasis that chilled the soul. The air was sharp, biting the lungs with a frost that locked breath into fleeting clouds. Beyond a crevasse where the ice pulsed with azure light, a rift yawned—a frozen void that radiated a force so absolute it could still the cosmos itself. The Frost Sovereign, the seventy-sixth force, had risen, its boundless frost of infinite power a silent vow to freeze Lin Feng's spirit in eternity.