The crimson inferno caldera roared beneath a sky choked with ash, its molten walls oozing lava that glowed with primal wrath, each bubble bursting in a hiss that scorched the air. Embers swirled, their heat biting the skin, a dance of destruction that promised to consume all resolve. The ground trembled, a cracked expanse of blackened stone that burned through soles, each step a test against the furnace's hunger. Beyond a rift where the caldera's core blazed with scarlet fire, a chasm erupted—a molten pyre that radiated a force so fierce it could reduce eternity to cinders. The Ember Sovereign, the eighty-fifth force, had ignited, its boundless inferno of infinite power a searing vow to incinerate Lin Feng's spirit to ash.