The Divide’s Rift

The canyon stretched wide under a dawn sky torn by streaks of amber, its walls of jagged stone rising like the bones of a forgotten world. Dust hung in the air, stirred by a restless wind that carried a faint hum—a sound not of life but of something vast, something that sought to split the earth and the soul alike. Beyond the canyon's rim, where shadows clung to crevices, a rift yawned—a scar of emerald light, pulsing with a force that seemed to pull the horizon apart. The Vast Divide, the thirty-third force, had awakened, its boundless reach of infinite power a silent vow to tear all that Lin Feng held dear across its endless bounds.