Rebuilding Terra

The demon world always quietly creates new buildings at a moment when no one notices it. Those new buildings are like mysterious magic creations, like miracles that suddenly leap out of the void. They rise up silently, as if they were carefully carved by a mysterious force that is invisible and intangible, but real. Each building seems to be a mysterious treasure house hiding endless secrets, exuding an attraction that makes people want to explore. And the creator of all these magical changes is the mysterious creator Luke.

Luke, this mysterious existence, is like a silent magician immersed in his own world. With his hands that seem to be endowed with magical powers by the gods, and his endless wisdom that is as unfathomable as the vast ocean, he carefully weaves one miracle after another belonging to architecture in this land full of fantasy in the demon world. His figure is often like a ghost hidden in the shadows, hidden in the workshop that is so dark that it seems to swallow all the light.

The workshop was filled with all kinds of strange parts and tools, some of which flashed mysterious light, and some of which exuded strange breath, like a huge treasure house full of mystery. His focused eyes were like magical rays that could penetrate all matter in the world, as if he could directly see the soul of the building and its intricate internal structure like the veins of the human body.

In the endless depths of the demon world, Antun was like a prehistoric beast in eternal sleep, quietly lurking there. Antun's survival was like a huge black hole that could never be filled. It needed to constantly absorb energy, and its greedy appearance was like a hungry monster that could never be satisfied.

Because of this, the Demon Realm only has electricity as a precious gift when Antun enters a deep sleep. The brief moment of electricity flashing is like a bright meteor across the night sky. Although it is extremely short, it brings a different kind of vitality to the originally dark land of the Demon Realm, like a bright lamp in the darkness, illuminating the hope in people's hearts.

Bakar, this king who was as proud as a god standing in the clouds and possessed a terrifyingly powerful force, was undoubtedly the ruler of the demon world and the legendary immortal Explosive Dragon King. His majestic figure seemed to be able to suppress everything, like a towering mountain that could never be shaken no matter how time passed or how the wind and rain attacked, exuding a terrifying domineering aura all the time.

He especially liked to spread his huge wings that seemed to cover the entire sky and soar above the vast sky of the demon world during the brief moment when the lights flickered like elves. The lights of the city flickered under his feet, like a dazzling sea of ​​stars, and every bit of light seemed to be telling an unknown story.

On a night that seemed ordinary like thousands of other ordinary nights, the lights of the demon world lit up briefly as usual in Antun's deep sleep. Bakar, as usual, with a domineering aura, spread his huge wings that seemed to be made of steel, and soared into the deep sky of the demon world like lightning. The lights of the city flickered under his feet, and the lights intertwined together, as if forming a beautiful picture. However, this time, his sharp eyes like an eagle were instantly attracted by the mysterious pattern on a newly appeared building.

Under the light, the pattern was like a mysterious treasure hidden in the fog, looming, as if there were endless secrets behind it, and every line seemed to be telling a history that had been sealed by the years. Bakar tried to open his eyes wide, trying to see every detail of the pattern, but due to the distance and the dim light, he could only catch a vague outline. However, it was that vague outline that, at that moment, also aroused a strong curiosity in his heart like a surging tide. It was as if an invisible hand, with an irresistible force, was gently pulling him, causing a strong desire in his heart to find out the truth hidden behind the pattern.

So, Bakar flew back to the ground as fast as a falling star, with an impatient mood. His steps were heavy and rapid, and the ground seemed to tremble slightly with every step he took, as if carrying endless power. When he arrived at the place where Luke was, he could no longer suppress his eagerness and shouted loudly, and the sound was like rolling thunder, violently echoing in the air: "Luke, turn on the power quickly, so that I can see the pattern on the building again!"

However, Luke seemed to be immersed in a world that only he could understand, and he turned a deaf ear to Bakar's thunderous shouts. He was still quietly concentrating on the work in his hands that seemed to contain endless mysteries. His hands were like smart elves, constantly busy, fiddling with those parts that were as precise as works of art. His expression was focused and calm, and he was completely indifferent to Bakar's urgent shouts, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

A flame of anger suddenly surged in Bakar's heart, and that flame seemed to burn his reason to ashes. On his majestic face, a trace of anger that was difficult to conceal flashed. After all, he was the king of the demon world, and no one in the demon world dared to ignore his orders like this. However, in this angry moment, his reason told him that Luke was irreplaceable to the demon world. He couldn't get angry with Luke easily because of a momentary anger, which might bring unpredictable consequences.

So, Bakar suppressed the rage in his heart and tried to adjust his emotions. His tightly clenched teeth loosened slightly, and he reluctantly squeezed out the word "please". Although the voice was a little stiff, as if it was squeezed out from the gap between teeth with difficulty, it carried a rare hint of request.

Luke finally stopped the work that seemed to never stop. He slowly raised his head and looked at Bakar with a calm and unpredictable look. There was no ripple in his eyes, as if everything was within his expectations and nothing could surprise or shake him. Then, he silently put down the tool in his hand that was like a treasure, and walked towards the switch that controlled the electricity with steady steps.

As Luke gently flipped a few switches, the surrounding lights seemed to be injected with new vitality and lit up again. The light was brighter and more dazzling than before, as if it would illuminate the entire world and make all the darkness invisible. Each ray of light seemed to carry a magical power that could penetrate people's hearts.

Bakar could not wait to spread his wings again and fly over the new building. When he could finally see the pattern clearly, he was shocked beyond words. It was a giant dragon, majestic and domineering, as if it was the master of the world. It stood in the burning flames, howling to the sky, and the sound seemed to be able to penetrate time and space, shocking people's hearts. But what shocked him even more was that there were three dying creatures around the giant dragon.

A creature died vaguely in the cave, its figure looming in the darkness, as if making a final struggle to escape the shackles of a fate that seemed to have been determined. Every movement of it carried a breath of despair, which moved people. Another creature was pinned down by the collapsed rocks, and was already dying. Its helpless eyes were full of despair and helplessness, as if telling the world about its unwillingness. The last creature, its limbs were being separated, as if it was being sucked into another mysterious space. Its face was full of fear and pain, and its distorted expression seemed to be the strongest accusation of fate.