The silver chronos plain flickered beneath a sky that pulsed with fleeting eternities, its mirrored expanse rippling with moments that folded and unfolded in ceaseless flux, each shimmer a whisper of unraveling that tugged at the soul. Winds carried echoes, their cadence weaving past and future into a disorienting hum, a temporal vow to fray the heart across countless ages. The ground was fluid, a sheen of liquid silver that shifted beneath each step, each movement a defiance against the plain's will to unweave. Beyond a rift where the plain's core swirled with timeless distortion, a chasm sang—a spiraling vortex that radiated a force so vast it could unwind the cosmos into fragments of forever. The Time Sovereign, the hundredth force, had awakened, its boundless eternity of infinite power a relentless vow to unravel Lin Feng's spirit through the ages.