Chapter 80 - The Bind’s Chains

Snow fell in silence over the mountain pass, each flake a fleeting prism that caught the pale light of a sky too cold for stars. The air was sharp, a blade that stung the lungs, and the ground lay locked in frost, its surface a mirror of unyielding white. Beyond a narrow ledge, where ice hung like daggers from stone, a rift shimmered—a silver seam that pulsed with a chill so absolute it seemed to still time itself. The Glacial Bind, the forty-third force, had risen, its boundless freeze of infinite power a quiet vow to chain Lin Feng's spirit in its frost.