The molten lava field seethed beneath a sky of choking ash, its cracked surface oozing rivers of magma that glowed with a hunger to devour, each bubble bursting in a hiss of molten wrath. Embers swirled in the air, stinging the skin with pinpricks of fire, their dance a fleeting vow of annihilation. The heat was a predator, clawing at the lungs, turning breath into a scalding gasp that reeked of sulfur. Beyond a fissure where the field's core roared crimson, a rift blazed—a furnace of liquid flame that pulsed with a force so fierce it could reduce eternity to cinders. The Blaze Monarch, the seventy-seventh force, had ignited, its boundless inferno of infinite power a roaring vow to burn Lin Feng's spirit to ash.