Deep within the River of Time.
Chromie was carefully walking across the Hourglass of Time.
Ahead, sand flowed ceaselessly, forming a slow-moving river.
Amid the drifting sand, a massive bronze dragon loomed in the sandy haze, flickering in and out of sight.
"Chronormu, you've come?" A majestic voice echoed again and again through the space.
"Ah, my lord Nozdormu, why did you call me here in such a hurry?" Even now that she was a great beauty, Chromie was still used to speaking in that cutesy, affected tone.
The Bronze Dragon King glanced at her, then turned back to stare at the River of Time. Just as Chromie had waited so long that she was about to break out in a cold sweat, he finally spoke. "A tremendous change has occurred in the River of Time. Did you not notice?"
Chromie shrank back, so frightened she almost sweated. Her boss seemed to be implying something. Had her little tricks been discovered? But Chromie was Lezi Long, after all, and she had a certain fearless spirit when it came to courting death. She blinked her big eyes and asked, "Really? Really? Why didn't I notice anything? Boss, you know I've been holed up in Theramore lately, playing house. I haven't paid much attention to the River of Time."
"Theramore? The place visited by those Eternals seems to have already been abandoned. They should not return again." The Bronze Dragon King said strange things. Chromie was completely baffled.
"What Eternals?" she asked in confusion.
"Beings from the end of time. But it seems there is no need to worry about them now." Nozdormu continued to look profound and inscrutable. Chromie knew he had no intention of explaining clearly, so asking would be pointless. Therefore, she put on an expression as if she