Rebuilding Terra

Azra stood there quietly, her figure seemed somewhat lonely and desolate in the wind and sand. Endless frustration surged in her heart like surging waves, and it felt like an invisible hand tightly grasping her heart. Her carefully planned plan, which once carried countless hopes and efforts, eventually collapsed in the storm of fate, like a fragile sand sculpture. Another apostle died in front of her eyes, and that scene was like a sharp arrow, deeply hurting her soul.

Luke's death was like a heavy rock that she couldn't bear, pressing down on her heart. Every time her heartbeat came, she seemed to feel the heavy pressure from the rock. She silently blamed herself for the failure, and the deep self-blame was like a sharp thorn, piercing into her heart bit by bit, making her miserable. She tried to maintain her calmness on the surface, like a strong warrior, holding the last line of defense in the storm. She comforted others with firm words and a calm expression, telling them not to lose heart and not to give up, as if she was a beacon in the darkness, bringing people a glimmer of hope. However, only she knew that under the seemingly calm appearance, her inner sadness was much stronger than anyone else's. It was an unspeakable pain, like a ghost in the dark, tightly entwining her, making her unable to breathe and unable to break free.

Luke's departure was like a sudden storm, and everyone gathered in the magnificent palace of the Heavenly Princess. In the palace, the gorgeous decorations sparkled with dazzling light, but at this moment, it could not dispel the haze in people's hearts.

They were talking passionately about the current situation, the complicated politics and the future direction. All kinds of voices intertwined and made a lot of noise, like a noisy storm, impacting people's eardrums. But Ezra felt unprecedented loneliness in this noise. She stood in the crowd, but seemed to be in a lonely world. The noisy voices echoed in her ears, but could not enter her heart. She turned around silently, with heavy and slow steps, and quietly left this noisy place, like a lonely soul, disappearing into the darkness.

Not long after, Erica, like a panicked bird, anxiously found Bei Xuan. Her eyes were full of worry and eagerness, as if they could penetrate everything. Her voice trembled like fallen leaves in the wind: "Bei Xuan, Ezra is missing. I don't know where she went, and I'm worried about her." Her words were full of helplessness and fear. At this moment, Ezra's heart should be in chaos, Bei Xuan thought silently. But he thought again, maybe it would be better to let her relax alone, let her find a trace of peace and comfort in this lonely world. However, facing Erica's pleading eyes, Bei Xuan finally softened his heart. He gritted his teeth, nodded, and agreed to find Ezra. At that moment, a trace of uneasiness surged in his heart, as if an invisible hand gently pulled his heart.

Bei Xuan came to the heaven, a mysterious and solemn place. He found the princess, whose beautiful face was slightly frowned, as if she was thinking about a complex puzzle. After thinking for a moment, she slowly told him: "Azra seems to have gone to the Silent City." Hearing this news, Bei Xuan suddenly felt a strong sense of uneasiness. The uneasiness was like a surging tide, instantly drowning his heart. Would this girl do something stupid? He didn't dare to think about it anymore, and quickly rushed to the mechanical throne of the Silent City. His figure was like lightning rushing in the wind, with only one thought in his mind, he must find Azra.

When he finally arrived at the door of the mechanical throne, a pungent smell of blood hit him. The smell was like a sharp arrow that instantly pierced his heart. His heart sank suddenly, as if he had fallen into an endless abyss. All this happened too suddenly, and his mind was blank, as if he was hit by a sudden storm. After all, the radicals of the violent search team were crazy because of Luke's death. They were like wild beasts who had lost their minds and actually assassinated Ezra. At this moment, the murderers had just escaped, leaving behind only blood and mess.

Bei Xuan rushed into the room like crazy, and the scene in front of him broke his heart instantly. Ezra lay quietly in a pool of blood, which was like a red lake, reflecting her pale face. She slowly opened her eyes, and her pale face was bloodless, like a piece of white paper, fragile and helpless. Bei Xuan could feel that her life was slipping away rapidly like quicksand, and every second seemed like a century. Despite the great pain, Ezra still tried her best to put on a smile, and that smile was full of helplessness and attachment. She told Bei Xuan in a weak voice: "Luke asked me to take good care of Becky, but I can't do it anymore. Becky is left to your care." Her voice was like a candle in the wind, which could go out at any time.

In the eyes of the public, the demon world may be the source of all disasters, full of darkness and danger, as if it is a cursed place. However, in Azra's eyes, it is her hometown that she deeply loves, and a place that she can never give up in her heart. There are her memories, her emotions, and her concerns. She used up her last bit of strength and finally asked the question that had been in her heart for a long time: "Is Terra Xing beautiful?" Although the voice was weak, it seemed to carry endless attachment and yearning, as if recalling a distant and beautiful dream.

When they brought Ezra's body back, Erica pushed everyone away like crazy. Her eyes were filled with tears and despair, and the tears were like a flood that could not be stopped. She was frantic to use various instruments to examine Ezra, trying to find a glimmer of hope, a glimmer of miracle. Her hands were shaking, as if she was fighting a final battle with fate. But she knew in her heart that even if she had a high level of scientific attainments, she could not save Ezra. Erica collapsed on the ground, crying beside her, and her crying seemed to tear the whole sky apart.

Her heart was filled with countless questions, like countless threads entangled together. Why, when you could have escaped by yourself, did you try to take the Terrans with you to leave the planet? Why did the prehistoric world, which had nothing to do with you, make you want to protect it? Why could you have used violence to stop the heavens from killing Di Ruiji, but told the people in the heavens that they were equally important? Why did you still think about others' instructions until the moment of your death, but refused to say anything for yourself? What you did seemed so unreasonable to others, and seemed so ridiculous yet so stubborn in this world where the strong prey on the weak and people are fickle.

Erica slowly stood up, looked at Ezra's body, and said with a sob: "I'm sorry, frankly speaking, you are not suitable to be the leader, but you are a good leader." Her voice was full of pain and helplessness, as if she was making a final cry to fate.