The Sovereign’s Stone

The bronze crag plateau loomed beneath a sky heavy with dust, its jagged expanse scarred by fissures that pulsed with earthen might, each tremor a growl of permanence that pressed against the soul. Winds carried grit, their bite scouring the skin, a vow of immobility that sought to anchor the heart in stone. The ground was unyielding, a slab of cracked rock that resisted every step, each movement a defiance against the plateau's will to crush. Beyond a rift where the crag's core rumbled with bronze light, a chasm groaned—a tectonic force that radiated a weight so vast it could grind the heavens to powder. The Stone Sovereign, the ninety-third force, had awakened, its boundless solidity of infinite power a thundering vow to crush Lin Feng's spirit to dust.