Rain lashed the coastal cliff, each drop a barb driven by a gale that roared like a beast unchained, tearing at stone and sea alike. Waves crashed below, their foam a frenzy that clawed at the rock, hurling spray into a sky churned to crimson chaos. The air thrummed with raw power, a pulse that shook the bones and set the heart racing. Beyond a fissure in the cliff, where the storm seemed to scream loudest, a rift blazed—a scarlet wound that pulsed with a force so wild it could rend the heavens apart. The Crimson Tempest, the fifty-fourth force, had unleashed itself, its boundless surge of infinite power a primal vow to shatter Lin Feng's spirit to pieces.