Rebuilding Terra

In the dark world of demons, time seemed to have solidified into a heavy yoke. Luke's days were like gravel forgotten in the corner by the long river of time, quietly passing day by day. However, on a day that seemed to be as ordinary as usual, the gears of fate seemed to be gently turned by an invisible big hand, and suddenly made a crisp and shocking turning sound. Luke's most loyal subordinate in Heberon, the Golden Clown, appeared in front of him quietly and silently, like a surprise that miraculously jumped out of the mysterious crack of time. The appearance of the Golden Clown was like a bright dawn that suddenly appeared in the darkness, carrying endless light of hope and surging power. The light seemed to have the magic power to penetrate all darkness, and instantly illuminated the corner of Luke's heart shrouded in haze.

The Golden Clown had gone through countless hardships and dangers along the way. He was exhausted and worn out by the years, but his eyes always flashed with a firm light like a flame, as if that light was the fire of faith that would never go out in his heart. He brought shocking news that was almost breathtaking. Since Luke disappeared from everyone's sight, Hyperion seemed to be caught in a storm that seemed to never end.

Chaos and turmoil, like a raging wind, mercilessly swept across the land that once shone like a bright pearl, becoming the main theme of this land that is heartbreaking. But the Golden Clown never gave up hope of finding Luke. With his iron-like will and rock-hard faith, he used his magical space jump ability again and again to shuttle back and forth in different time and space and mysterious places to search. Those jumps again and again were like desperately pursuing a glimmer of light in the endless dark abyss, and each jump was accompanied by endless expectations and persistence. Finally, after countless attempts and setbacks, he found Luke in this mysterious and dangerous demon world.

When the golden clown's eyes fell on the once supreme king who had now become this old man, his heart was suddenly hit by a surging tide, and a grief that was difficult to describe surged up. The grief was like a roaring flood, instantly drowning his heart and making it almost impossible for him to breathe. There were tears in his eyes, and those tears contained endless heartache and emotion. His voice also trembled slightly because of his inner excitement, as if every note was filled with deep emotion.

The Golden Clown began to work carefully, trying to put Luke's lost memories back into his mind bit by bit, like piecing together precious puzzle pieces. Each memory fragment was like an extremely precious gem, and he put it back to its place with great caution, fearing that there would be the slightest mistake. He described in detail the glorious and dazzling glory and years in the past, the good times spent in Hyperion, the past that was once burning with ambition and engraved with great achievements. Moreover, he told Luke very solemnly that as long as Luke gave an order, Hyperion would be like a thousand arrows, and all the forces would gather together again for their beloved king without hesitation, and burst out with powerful power again.

But the Golden Clown also deeply understands an extremely cruel fact, that is, if Luke cannot restore the powerful abilities he once possessed, then even these extremely precious memories that he just tried so hard to tell Luke will disappear without a trace again, just like the stars that are ruthlessly swallowed by darkness. Therefore, Luke must regain his amazing control over light and darkness, because that is the endless source of his power and the key to his re-emergence and reaching the peak again.

Therefore, Luke resolutely embarked on a new journey full of challenges and unknowns. He began to devote himself to the great project of carefully building the Silent City. This mysterious castle is like a silent giant with endless power, slowly rising from the mysterious land of the demon world. However, due to various misunderstandings, later generations have a completely wrong understanding of the Silent City. They naively thought that the Silent City was a passage to the prehistoric world that Bakar forced Luke to build, but in fact, the real purpose of the Silent City has never been like that.

The Silent City was carefully designed and built by Luke in order to reabsorb the power of light. In the towering castle, there are countless unimaginable secrets and mysteries. Every brick and stone of the castle seems to contain Luke's endless desire for light in his heart, as if every brick and stone is telling an unknown story.

At the same time, Luke, like a wise mentor, began to recruit disciples. He imparted his profound knowledge and powerful strength to those who were willing to follow him loyally without reservation. He skillfully spread the black nightmare like an invisible but extremely powerful net, and the black nightmare spread silently in the demon world. Anyone infected by the black nightmare would not only transfer their energy to Luke without knowing it, but also worship Luke like a possessed person. For a time, in the mysterious demon world, a magical legend about the creator Luke began to spread. His name was like a faint whisper in the wind, gently echoing in every corner of the demon world, carrying a mysterious and awe-inspiring atmosphere.

Although the Golden Clown possessed an amazing ability to jump through space, he also had his own frustrations and limitations that he could not escape. With his current abilities, it was far from enough to bring all of Luke's subordinates in Hyperion to this mysterious and dangerous demon world. Because that would require even more powerful strength and more exquisite magic. Moreover, he had no way to keep the Silent City stably connected to the Primordial World. It was like an insurmountable chasm that lay before him, full of endless challenges.

However, Luke knew that if he wanted to successfully overthrow Held's conspiracy hidden in the dark, these loyal subordinates from Hyperion and the mysterious Silent City were his biggest trump cards. He was like a calm chess player, quietly laying out his plans under the cover of darkness, like weaving a huge web of fate, patiently waiting for the best opportunity. He studied day and night in the Silent City, constantly improving his strength, and at the same time carefully planning every action, not letting go of any details, as if every decision was related to the final success or failure.