Rebuilding Terra

On the mysterious and majestic throne of heaven, Bakar took steady steps and sat down slowly. At that moment, memories of the past surged into his mind like a tide, and the feeling of returning to the throne was like a fantasy journey intertwined with familiarity and strangeness. The familiar breath seemed to be the powerful force condensed after years of precipitation, as if it was a deep mark left by the careful carving of time. He once sat on this throne, like a king who controlled everything in the world, and his heroic spirit that looked down on the world seemed to change the color of the wind and clouds. The power and strength in his hands were like a surging tide, with endless impact, which could dominate the changes in this mysterious field at will and make everything submit to his will.

However, now, all of this, amidst the familiarity, was quietly filled with a sense of strangeness. The strange feeling did not come from the throne itself. The throne still exuded the familiar majesty and solemnity, as if the years had not left too many traces on it. The real strangeness actually came from the heavy mission he now had to bear in order to resist the terrible prophecy. The mission was like a heavy yoke, tightly binding him, making him feel unprecedented pressure and challenges in this familiar scene.

Bakar narrowed his eyes slightly, and a complex and mysterious light flashed in his deep eyes. It seemed that countless stories and secrets were hidden in his eyes. His thoughts seemed to break free from the shackles of reality, like a light bird, flying through endless time and space, flying back to the past full of crises and challenges.

In the ocean of memories, all the experiences in the demon world unfolded in his mind like a gorgeous painting. He recalled the ups and downs in the demon world, every fierce battle, every thrilling adventure, all of which seemed to be deeply imprinted by the years. And Held, that scheming and unfathomable woman, her intricate conspiracy like a spider web, shrouded his heart like a shadow. And the prophecy that shrouded him like a nightmare was like an lingering ghost, always echoing in his mind, reminding him of the crisis and challenges he was about to face.

Suddenly, an inexplicable rage that was difficult to suppress surged in Bakar's heart. The rage was like a volcano about to erupt, hot and strong. He waved his hand, and the arm that contained great power seemed to bring a gust of wind that was enough to sweep the world. The delicate wine glass in his hand, under the impact of this powerful force, instantly flew out like a fragile leaf. The wine glass drew a graceful arc in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground, making a crisp and sharp sound of breaking.

The sound of the broken pieces was like the angry cry from his heart. The pieces flew around like scattered starlight. "Fate, I want to see what this so-called fate is." He roared in a low voice. Although the voice was low, it was full of unyielding and stubbornness, as if he was announcing to the whole world his determination not to give in.

Time passed by like a silent stream. In the seemingly peaceful but actually turbulent heaven, one day not long after, a mysterious figure appeared in front of Bakar like a ghost. It was a woman in a cloak, and her figure was looming in the dim light, as if she was a mysterious messenger walking out of the darkness.

The cloak on her body was like a mysterious cloud, covering her figure, making it difficult to see her true appearance. She just stood there quietly, as if she was out of tune with the whole world, as if she was an independent existence outside of time.

Bakar's eyes became as sharp as a knife at that moment. He stared at the mysterious woman closely, and an indescribable sense of vigilance surged in his heart. It seemed that in his subconscious, the appearance of this woman must foreshadow an impending storm.

Bakar knew her. Her name was Alice. She was Held's spokesperson in the prehistoric world. Alice stood there quietly, exuding a mysterious and strange aura. That aura seemed to not belong to this world, as if it floated from the depths of distant time and space. She raised her head slightly, and the moment her eyes met Bakar's, it seemed as if an invisible electric current shuttled through the air. That look seemed to contain endless meaning, as if it was a mysterious treasure house hiding countless secrets, which was elusive.

Alice spoke slowly, her voice seemed to come from a distant time and space, with an ethereal and mysterious feeling, as if it was a spell floating down from the ancient altar. "The tyrant who was forced to abdicate will create three monsters, and then the tyrant will order that the first one will reach the land under the deep sea, the second one will go to the top of the snowy mountain under the deep sea, and the third one will go deep underground under the deep sea to fulfill the master's wish."

Bakar's heart was slightly shaken when he heard these words. It was as if a thunder exploded in his heart. His eyes became deeper at that moment, as if they were two endless abysses, making it impossible for people to peek into the mystery. Alice had come into contact with him when she was in the demon world. Since then, the two of them have stood on opposite sides and become enemies.

Now, seeing Alice appear in front of him again, and bringing such a mysterious prophecy, he couldn't help but feel surprised. Because this prophecy was so similar to a plan deep in his heart, as if the mysterious hands of fate were secretly manipulating all this, as if it was an unavoidable coincidence.

However, Bakar is Bakar after all, a proud and powerful being. He will not be easily swayed by these sudden prophecies and coincidences. A strong sense of arrogance surged in his heart, or it could be said that the strong curiosity deep in his heart drove him to see what tricks Held was trying to play. He decided to follow the prophecy and uncover the secrets behind Held.

Bakar took a deep breath, as if he wanted to absorb the power of the entire world into his body. He began to mobilize the powerful and mysterious power in his body. The air around him seemed to be pulled by his power and began to surge wildly. The surging airflow was like surging waves, carrying endless power. In the mysterious light, the figures of three dragons gradually took shape. These three dragons exuded an extremely powerful aura, as if they were gods from ancient times. Each dragon seemed to contain endless power, and that power was like a surging tide, which was daunting.

One of the dragons was called the Mad Dragon Hertz. Its huge and majestic body seemed like a moving mountain. Its scales shone with dazzling light, as if countless bright stars were embedded in its body. Its eyes were full of wildness and domineering, as if it was the most ferocious hunter in the world, ready to launch a fatal attack on the enemy at any time. Bakar looked at the three dragons, and a complex and indescribable emotion surged in his heart. He knew that these dragons would become important chess pieces in his thrilling game with Held, and their fate would be closely linked to his own.

Alice watched all this quietly, with no expression on her face, as if she was a statue without emotion. When Bakar finished creating the dragon, she slowly walked towards the Mad Dragon Hertz. She stretched out her hands, and a mysterious light instantly emanated from her hands. The light was like a dreamy veil, covering the Mad Dragon Hertz. Then, she opened the door of time and space, which was a vortex emitting mysterious light, as if connecting endless time and space. In that vortex, it seemed to contain countless secrets and unknown dangers.

Without any hesitation, Ellie threw the Mad Dragon Hertz to the territory of a demon king in the past time and space. The Mad Dragon Hertz disappeared in the vortex of time and space, leaving only a mysterious light flickering in the air, as if it was an unsolved mystery, waiting for people to explore and discover.