The Sovereign’s Prism

The crystalline prism valley shimmered beneath a sky fractured by light, its faceted cliffs refracting beams into a kaleidoscope of colors that danced with chaotic splendor, each ray a splinter of brilliance that pierced the soul. Winds carried a hum, their vibrations scattering hues across the skin, a radiant vow to fragment the heart into a thousand shards. The ground was a mosaic of crystal, sharp and reflective, each step a defiance against the valley's will to shatter. Beyond a rift where the valley's core pulsed with prismatic chaos, a chasm blazed—a radiant vortex that radiated a force so vast it could split the heavens into fragments. The Prism Sovereign, the ninety-eighth force, had awakened, its boundless spectrum of infinite power a dazzling vow to shatter Lin Feng's spirit into pieces.