It is a small island in the inaccessible sea, and the heavy pollution of the past has made it less attractive to people.

Even fishermen rarely come to rest on this small island.

Although there is a good source of fresh water, the severe pollution has made it no drinkable value.

This is a microcosm of a certain era, which represents the destruction of marine ecology by heavy industrial civilization.

Corrosive and toxic industrial wastewater has left a devastation around the island.

It takes enough time to recover, and that's long enough for a human being.

It is not something that can be achieved in one or two generations.

Of course, this is under the premise of natural recovery.

If a large amount of financial and material resources are invested, the recovery period will become much shorter.

But this is pointless, because people don't waste too many resources on this unknown desert island.

Recently, however, the government has included it as a military base.

Although it is not known what kind of military significance it has, people have left the island far away due to the news in recent years.

Fishermen no longer pass by, leaving only seabirds chirping and looking at the sea.

"Nature is crying......"

Abihira stood on the beach with a sad face, her trouser legs soaked by the water.

Although this place was almost dealt with before they arrived:

The industrial remnants of the surrounding sea have been adequately cleaned up.

And the related filth on the island has also been basically eradicated.

The pungent smell that once permeated the air has been adequately cleaned up.

Simple but livable standard buildings are lined up on the island.

The asphalted roads and cobblestone paths complement each other, and there are many wind-proof trees around them.

Even in the center of the island, there is a simple fountain.

The island is large enough for hundreds of people, provided that the infrastructure can keep up.

On the surface, it's a small island full of modernity enough.

But as a descendant of a nature deity, Abyhira perceives more than just the material.

She could hear the natural lamentations around her, an aura of pain and unease.

If the once fierce-tempered Great Druids had been here, they might have started a furious war.

But they probably won't have a chance—in the world of Zens, Ragnarok's destruction of the plane's nature has completely angered them.

They are naturally aware of the grandeur of their divine powers, but their will to protect nature does not stop there.

They chose a brave enough battle, but it still couldn't save all of Les......

"It is a choice, a stage, that appears with the rise of civilization and disappears with the development of civilization......"

"There is no need to worry about this, the humans of this world have learned how to live in harmony with nature."

At some point, the prophet Terrasim, who had taken the form of a raven, appeared next to Abyhira.

Then he comforted the sensitive descendant of the deity.

As a prophet, he did not stop exploring the world.

Although in this plane, the world above it, is full of dangers and taboos.

But for the more primary, grassroots civilizations, the Prophet-Terasim is clearly more interested.

In less than a day, he learned how to operate a computer and search for information on the Internet.

Of course, the main time spent was that he wanted to figure out how it worked.

But it seems that there is something beyond his knowledge......

Even for a legendary prophet, he could not fully comprehend the knowledge of another civilization system in such a short period of time.

After all, building a miracle of humanity in a magical desert is not something that can be done by a single life

It is a dream woven by countless basic workers and geniuses, and it is an epic of intelligence and hard work!

Like the green shade that rises in the desert, the miracle of the mundane does not begin with the extraordinary......

It is created in the ordinary, like the spring insect that spits silk and cocoons.

In the baptism of struggle against the established trajectory, the sublimation of civilization is achieved!

The Prophet Terasim was not untouched by such a world, but he had never understood and felt it so deeply.

Friends in that absurd dream often show the illusion of a dream.

Their romantic consciousness could not outline the dust of their civilization for the Prophet Terasim.

Only by coming to this world as he is now, can he truly comprehend the amazement of this mortal civilization.

However, the Prophet-Telashim also knew that this was a special stage in the process of this civilization.

Ripples have risen, and big waves are inevitable.

Prophet Terasim was able to see the vibrancy of this plane, which was very different from that of Les.

Beneath the seemingly filthy surface of nature lies the steely roar of mortal civilization!

But what happens when it intersects with the power of magic?

Prophet Terasim watched in silence at the water in front of him, which was churning with deep waves.

The Prophet Terasim didn't think much about it.

Either way, this is not the place where they can exercise their will......

As a prophet, he naturally knew that every world had its own rules.

Unless you are like that one, you can ignore the limitations of those "weak" orders.

"Prophet, you don't need to enlighten me - I know what we are facing......"

Abyscilla said wearily that the world wasn't so kind to her.

As a descendant of the gods, she has an overly sensitive sense of nature.

This is a powerful enough ability, but it is also a shackle to another extent.

She could feel the natural call of this world, but she was never able to reconcile with it.

Perhaps, when the mark of Les on her body has completely dissipated, she will be accepted by this world.

And until then, they are still "foreign visitors" to this world.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Abihira's mind.

She suddenly came up with an idea:

"Prophet, perhaps we can impart to them the power of nature - the part that has nothing to do with faith......"

Seeing the look of Prophet Terasim's frown, Abyhira quickly added.

She certainly knows the sensitivity of faith in this world.

But in the face of the natural deterioration of the present, what could she hope to change......

"I'll get your idea out to them, but until then, you'd better not try it......"

Prophet Terasim muttered for a moment, then looked at Abyhira solemnly and said.

What does the future hold?

Prophet Terasim was slightly confused.

But that confusion is just a wave of accidental rise.

He is a prophet who will guide them out of that thick fog......

In the farther afield, the members of the Dimensional Conservation Society were sitting together with solemn faces......