The tundra stretched boundless under a sky of pale gray, its snow-dusted plains unbroken save for jagged ice shards glinting like forgotten blades. A wind keened low, sharp as grief, carrying a chill that sank into bones and lingered like regret. Beyond a frozen ridge, where shadows lay trapped in frost, a rift gleamed—a silver fracture that exhaled a cold so absolute it seemed to still the stars. The Cold Eternity, the thirty-seventh force, had risen, its boundless freeze of infinite power a silent vow to lock all that Lin Feng held vital in an unyielding frost.