Chapter 95 - The Eclipse’s Shadow

Dusk smothered the ash plain, a heavy twilight that pressed down like a shroud, leaching color from the world until only gray dust remained. Charred stumps jutted from the ground, their blackened forms clawing at a sky drained of stars, where light seemed to falter and die. The air hung still, thick with the weight of absence, a silence that choked the throat and dulled the pulse. Beyond a rift in the earth, where the plain seemed to swallow itself, a void pulsed—an obsidian gash that radiated a force so profound it could bury the heavens. The Eternal Eclipse, the fifty-eighth force, had stirred, its boundless shadow of infinite power a silent vow to entomb Lin Feng's spirit in darkness.