Rebuilding Terra

On the majestic throne of heaven, Bakar sat quietly like a silent sculpture. His tall and majestic figure seemed to be integrated with the gorgeous and solemn throne below him, blending with each other and difficult to separate. The powerful and cold aura emanating from him was like an invisible ripple, slowly spreading to the surroundings, as if it could freeze everything around him.

Ever since Held and Ezra quietly descended to the heavens to check on the status of the rebels, Bakar's hawk-like keen perception, like a fine spider web, accurately captured their presence. Especially Ezra, who exuded a mysterious aura and made him feel extremely unfamiliar, aroused layers of waves in his heart. A trace of doubt spread like a quietly growing vine in his heart: "Is it another new apostle?" Once this thought came into being, it was like an indelible shadow, constantly circling in his mind.

At the same time, the mysterious and strange black nightmare, like an indispellable haze, always lingered in Bakar's heart. His deep eyes flashed with a thoughtful light, and he knew very well in his heart that the appearance of this black nightmare was definitely unusual. He was deeply troubled and angry that other apostles had quietly intervened in his heaven and wantonly interfered with the development of the heaven. The sharp blade he carefully cultivated was far from strong enough at this time and was still in the growth stage. Now it was facing such unknown interference, which was undoubtedly adding insult to injury. He racked his brains and thought hard, but he couldn't figure out who was behind this mysterious ghost.

However, Bakar was a strong man who had experienced countless hardships, and he quickly made a decisive decision. He wanted to meet the stranger who was with Held. In his heart, there was a faint expectation that perhaps this person could really help him in this ever-changing situation. With his terrifyingly powerful strength and keen perception like a falcon, he soon found Ezra and Held who were struggling to find the fragments in the vast and boundless prehistoric world.

When Bakar's tall and majestic figure appeared in front of them like a phantom, he was the first to break the silence and said in a low and powerful voice: "Helder, what kind of conspiracy are you planning? You don't even avoid people." His voice was like a muffled thunder coming from a deep valley, with a hint of questioning, slowly echoing in the silent air, as if to penetrate all disguises and get to the core of the truth.

When Ezra heard what Bakar said, he could not help but withdraw his gaze from the surrounding scenery and turned to look at Held. He smiled and said, "See, everyone thinks you are the kind of person who is good at making elaborate plans behind the scenes. Tell me, how did you get along in the apostle circle?" Although his words were somewhat teasing, they also truly reflected the mysterious and unfathomable image of Held in everyone's mind. It was as if she was the chess player hidden in the dark, controlling everything.

Heard heard Ezra's teasing, rolled her eyes at him fiercely, and said unhappily, "What do you care?" There was a hint of anger in her tone, as if a sensitive part of her heart had been touched. Then, she quickly adjusted her mood, turned her sharp eyes to Bakar, and said in a firm tone, "This matter has nothing to do with the apostles, and I'm not going to kill you in advance. It's not against you, don't worry." Although her voice was not loud, it was full of power, as if she was making a solemn promise.

However, Bakar was not someone who was easily persuaded. He snorted coldly, and the sound was like a sharp ice ridge that cut through the air. A trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes, and he slowly said: "Hey, you are so straightforward to say that you want to kill the apostles in front of other apostles. Aren't you afraid that we will unite to deal with you?" In this fantasy world full of variables, every decision may trigger a chain reaction, and every action needs to be carefully considered. He knew that in this ever-changing situation, no one could take it lightly, even when facing a familiar opponent like Held.

Held was not afraid of Bakar's questioning. She raised her chin slightly, and a confident smile appeared on her beautiful and confident face, as if everything was under her control. She said in a firm and confident tone: "We are the only apostles here, there is no need to hide." Her words revealed a fearless courage and absolute confidence in her own strength.

Bakar frowned slightly, pointed at Ezra and said, "What about her? Isn't she an apostle?" His eyes moved back and forth between Ezra and Held, trying to find the answer from their expressions.

Ezra waved his hands quickly and explained anxiously: "You are talking about me. I am not an apostle, and according to my purpose, I am still a member of the protection of the apostles." His eyes revealed sincerity and determination, hoping that Bakar could believe what he said.

When Held heard Ezra's words, a look of dissatisfaction appeared on her face, and she said, "Ezra, didn't you say you would walk the same path as me? You lied to me again." There was a hint of complaint in her voice, as if she was disappointed with Ezra's behavior.

Ezra chuckled, trying to calm Held down, and said, "Don't worry, at least our paths are the same for now." His smile was as bright as the sun, trying to ease the tense atmosphere.

Held sighed helplessly and said, "Forget it, I knew it would be like this." She seemed to have gotten used to Ezra's attitude. Although she felt a little dissatisfied, she could only accept it helplessly.

Ezra turned to look at Bakar again and said in a relaxed tone: "Bakar, you go back. Remember to stay away from Held. If you can't win a fight, just run away. Don't let Held catch you." There was a hint of joking in his words, but it also revealed his concern for Bakar.

When Held heard what Ezra said, she glared at him fiercely and said, "Hey, hey, hey, I'm still here, don't you know to avoid me?" There was a trace of shame and annoyance on her face, as if she was dissatisfied with Ezra's behavior.

Bakar looked at the strange way the two of them were getting along, thinking to himself. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and finally, he thought it would be better to leave first. So, he spread his huge and powerful wings, and when his wings flapped, a strong wind blew. He flew back to heaven like an eagle soaring in the sky.

After Bakar left, Ezra and Held looked at each other again, their eyes full of determination. They set out on the road to find the fragments again, their figures gradually went farther and farther in the vast primitive world, like two warriors who never give up, continuing to move forward on this journey full of challenges and unknowns...