Rebuilding Terra

After resolutely leaving the heaven, Azra, like a nimble phantom, quietly came to an extremely secretive and mysterious place.

Azra stood quietly in the center of this mysterious place, like a steady mountain, unmoving. Her eyes, as deep as the endless abyss, slowly scanned everything around her, and every tiny fluctuation could not escape her keen perception like a falcon. She stood quietly, as if she had merged with the whole world, but exuded a unique sense of existence that could not be ignored.

"Helder, I know you are watching me. Come out and we will meet." Ezra's firm and powerful voice was like a boulder breaking the tranquility of a lake, instantly breaking the silence. The voice echoed in the air, carrying an unquestionable powerful force, as if every note was a powerful call to the mysterious existence.

As her voice slowly fell, a dimensional crack opened silently like a curtain quietly opened by a mysterious hand. In the crack, a mysterious and powerful force continued to surge out like a surging tide, as if it was a mysterious call from the endless abyss. Held was like a ghost slowly walking out of the fog, slowly emerging from the crack with a mysterious aura. Her figure seemed to merge with the surrounding fog, and every movement carried an elusive rhythm.

Held looked at Ezra quietly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile. That smile seemed to hide endless secrets, making it difficult for people to see through her true thoughts. "Long time no see, Ezra." Her voice was calm and indifferent, like a calm lake, without a trace of emotional waves. Every word seemed to come from the endless void, with an ethereal and mysterious feeling.

Azra frowned slightly, and a complex look flashed in her eyes, which contained helplessness, vigilance, and a trace of barely perceptible regret. "If possible, I really don't want to meet a crazy woman like you alone. Let's talk." There was a hint of heaviness in her voice, as if every word carried the sediment of years.

Held chuckled, and there was a hint of sarcasm in her laughter, like a sharp thorn, piercing the air around them. "Since you gave up on Terra and chose to leave, we are no longer on the same path. What else can we talk about?" There was a kind of determination in her voice, as if an unbridgeable gap stood between the two of them.

Azra took a deep breath, and her eyes became more determined, like a burning flame. "Hand over the original copy of the first volume of Genesis, and then stop your mission to hunt down Bayana. Don't try to fool me with the copy. You know I have the second half in my hand, and you can't fool me." Her voice was firm and powerful, and every word was like a heavy stone, hitting this mysterious space.

Held's eyes narrowed slightly, and at that moment, a trace of barely perceptible surprise flashed across her eyes, but that surprise was like a meteor across the night sky, fleeting, and soon she regained her composure. "You are still using the ancient name. They are no longer Bayana. Although Bayana won the battle, she is dead. Now they are called apostles." Her voice was still calm, but with an unquestionable firmness.

Azra snorted coldly, with dissatisfaction and anger in her voice. "So you stole Beyana's energy and tried to collect the rest." Her voice was like a sharp accusation, cutting through the air.

Held raised his chin slightly, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, like a burning flame, hot and firm. "If I don't steal Bayana's energy, how can I rebuild Terra, how can I protect the safety of the demon world in this universe. Don't talk nonsense, hand over the second volume of "Genesis". You took the second volume away, which made me spend a thousand years with the help of someone to speculate that only by reorganizing the apostle's energy can Terra be rebuilt. Now I need the second volume to verify my idea. It would be better if you didn't show up. Now that you have shown up, hand over the second volume." There was an urgency in her voice, as if the second volume was very important to her.

Azra shook her head, her attitude firm and resolute, like an unshakable mountain. "Your so-called reconstruction of Terra is nothing more than your selfish desire. You have used all means to achieve your goal, and too many innocent lives have been harmed. I will not give you the second volume. It cannot fall into the hands of a crazy person like you." Her voice was as hard as steel, without the slightest wavering.

There was a trace of anger on Held's face, and that anger was like a burning flame, making her face a little distorted. "Terra is my home, and I must restore it to its former glory." There was a strong emotion in her voice, as if the glory of her home was more important to her than anything else.

Azra yelled, "Terra has collapsed. It is a fact of the past. There is no turning back."

The atmosphere between the two became increasingly tense, as if a fierce battle could break out at any time. The air around them seemed to solidify, filled with a repressive atmosphere, and every breath of air seemed to become heavy, making it hard to breathe.

After a stalemate, Ezra broke the silence, her voice carrying a hint of helplessness and determination. "It turns out that there is no way for a crazy woman like you and I to talk at all."

Held sneered, with a hint of disdain in his laughter. "You are the crazy woman, aren't you? You dare to travel in the universe by driving this spaceship. Do you think the universe is your home?"

Azera did not flinch, and responded with a firm gaze: "I will set up a violent search team in the prehistoric world to stop your actions against the apostles. I will protect those good apostles. Unless you kill me, you will not succeed again."

Held glanced at Ezra and said coldly, "Just wait and see." After that, the two turned around and left.

Held returned to the Demon Realm with a smile and whispered to himself, "What a lucky little girl! After so many years, I thought she had fallen in the universe. I was thinking of avenging her after rebuilding Tara, but I didn't expect her to come to the prehistoric world. It's great that she is still alive." A complex emotion flashed in her eyes, including relief and a hint of imperceptible emotion.

After Ezra returned to the spaceship, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing a smile, and she whispered to herself: "I heard that when she actively absorbed Beyana's energy, I was afraid that her consciousness would be taken away by Beyana. It seems that I was overthinking it today. Fortunately, she is still herself." There was a hint of tenderness in her eyes, as if she was recalling every bit of the past.