Rebuilding Terra

Luke's wound seemed to have become a dark vortex. The strange energy was like an extremely greedy demon, baring its fangs and claws, and expanding at a terrifying speed. The energy was like a hungry beast, madly devouring Luke's vitality. Every bit of energy spread seemed like the footsteps of the god of death approaching. As the wound continued to spread like a venomous snake, the once heart-pounding black nightmare seemed to have lost its support, and like smoke blown away by the wind, it gradually dissipated into the air bit by bit.

Luke's power was like the receding tide, rapidly fading as the black nightmare dissipated, and his once majestic figure began to undergo earth-shaking changes. His imperial aura gradually dissipated, replaced by a sense of aging and weakness, as if the hand of time had mercilessly pulled him back to reality, and he slowly and inexorably turned back into the form of an old man.

He fell quietly in the pool of blood, and every gasp was like a heavy drumbeat, carrying endless pain and struggle. The pool of blood seemed like a red lake, reflecting his pale face. In the dead silence, the door of the mechanical throne suddenly made a "creaking" sound, and the sound seemed to be a heavy sigh coming from the deepest part of time, carrying endless vicissitudes and sadness.

Then, a thin figure rushed in from the door like lightning. It was a child, her small body carrying a huge slingshot that was extremely disproportionate to her body. In the interweaving of light and shadow, her figure seemed so shaky and helpless, as if she could be swallowed by the darkness at any time.

The moment Luke saw the child, his originally dim eyes widened in surprise, his eyes were full of disbelief, and a complex emotion like a storm surged in his heart.

"Becky? Why is she here? I was so cruel that I drove her away during the fight."

His thoughts were flying around like leaves in the wind. This poor child, in his mind, should have a long and wonderful life. She should have left this place far away, away from this place full of right and wrong and endless dangers. In his imagination, she should have stepped onto the mysterious land of heaven, savored all kinds of delicious food, became close friends with those innocent children, and lived a carefree and laughter-filled life. But why? Why did she appear here? On this battlefield full of blood and danger.

The moment Becky saw Luke, she fell to her knees beside him with a plop. Her clear eyes were now filled with shock, anger, and endless sadness. These indescribable complex emotions were like surging waves, rolling and crashing in her small chest, as if to tear her heart apart. She could not accept the cruelty before her eyes, and her innocent heart could not understand why it turned out like this.

Becky was like a madman, throwing everything she could at hand at the crowd, as if only this could vent the anger and pain in her heart that was erupting like a volcano. Then, she could no longer suppress her emotions and began to cry loudly. The cry was like a sharp sword, tearing the silent space apart, and every cry was filled with endless sorrow and despair.

Since being driven away by Luke, Becky has always firmly believed in her innocent heart that Luke would abandon her. In her heart, she always has a glimmer of hope like a spark, and a deep trust in Luke. After she sent everyone to the demon world, the doubts and uneasiness in her heart were like two entangled poisonous snakes, making her unable to calm down. In the end, she gritted her teeth and made up her mind to come back to ask Grandpa Luke for clarification. However, when she saw Luke again, everything had become irreversible. The questions that she had repeatedly considered in her heart were now like a thorn in her throat, and she could no longer ask them.

"Grandpa Luke, don't die."

Becky cried and her tears flowed like a flood, wetting her face and clothes.

"I will never disturb you while you work again, never pester you to make toys again, and never run around anywhere again."

Her voice was full of pleading and regret, and every word seemed to carry her deep self-blame and pain.

Luke raised his hand with difficulty, and that hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. He gently touched Becky's head, and that action was full of tenderness and kindness, as if he was saying his final farewell. Then, he slowly raised his head and looked at Ezra. Although his eyes were hidden behind those thick glasses, Ezra seemed to be able to see through the lenses and read the deep meaning in Luke's eyes. Those eyes contained deep entrustment, unreserved trust, and a trace of helplessness that could not be concealed. Ezra nodded slightly. Although her movement was slight, it seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force, as if responding to Luke's silent request.

Gradually, Luke's body began to undergo heartbreaking changes. His body was like dust, gradually turning into powder, as if the dust of time was drifting in the wind. The powder slowly drifted in the air, as if it was the sigh of time, the helplessness and sadness of fate.

In the empty throne, there were only the crowd and Becky's helpless cry: "Grandpa Luke." Becky's cry was heartbreaking, constantly echoing in the silent city, as if it would never stop, and each cry was filled with endless sorrow and longing.

After Luke's death, the mysterious Silent City did not disappear as people imagined. The mysterious castle that seemed to be forgotten by the years still stood there quietly, like a silent watcher, as if silently telling the thrilling stories that had happened here. Held, the existence like a spider hidden in the dark, her conspiracy plan continued in an orderly manner. She was like a manipulator in the dark, carefully weaving her own big web full of conspiracy and calculation.

Barn, who played a complicated role in this ever-changing event, held the ring given to him by Held tightly in his hand and began to silently absorb the breath that drifted in the air after Luke's death. His eyes flashed with a complex and incomprehensible light, making it impossible to tell whether he was struggling with his previous choice or thinking deeply about the unknown future path.

Becky looked quietly at her grandfather's study, which was still filled with the familiar and painful atmosphere. Her eyes slowly fell on a photo on the wall, which was a photo of her and Luke. In the photo, they were smiling, full of warmth and happiness. Looking at the photo, Becky's heart surged with a strong determination like a flame, and she secretly vowed to find a way to revive Luke.

She knew very well that a broken mirror cannot be mended and a dead person cannot be resurrected. But she was unwilling to give up so easily and unwilling to accept this cruel ending. No one could tell Becky how long and difficult the road she had chosen would be. But she didn't care. In her little heart, she had only one firm belief, that is, she must make Grandpa Luke come back to her side, no matter what the cost.