Rebuilding Terra

When Michel learned about Ozma's experiences that seemed to have been forgotten by the years in the mysterious and dangerous rift of another dimension, his heart seemed to have experienced a storm and a dramatic change. The prejudices that were once as stubborn as ice began to melt quietly at this moment. He stood there, frowning slightly, with complex lights flashing in his eyes. He kept replaying Ozma's past in his mind, thinking to himself: "It turns out that he has such a past. Did I really misjudge him before?"

He began to reflect on his previous one-sided understanding of Ozma. The deep misunderstandings and strong hostility caused by their different camps seemed to be blown away by a sudden warm spring breeze and disappeared without a trace in that short moment, as if they had never existed.

Michel slowly and solemnly put his holy cross named "Forgiveness" back on his back. The cross was like a mysterious token emitting holy light, and each ray of light was like a beating note, silently telling the profound and complex changes in his heart. He stared at Ozma who was trapped in the mysterious enchantment, with a trace of pity and determination in his eyes. He thought silently in his heart: "No matter what happened in the past, I can't let him die like this now. His story is not over yet."

At that moment, a firm belief like steel surged in his heart. Ozma must not die. Because at this critical moment, he seemed to be suddenly struck by a flash of inspiration, and completely understood that Ozma was not a purely evil existence as he had previously believed. Behind Ozma, it turned out that there was a tortuous story full of endless pain and deep helplessness. That story was like a heavy shackle that had been binding Ozma's heart, making him struggle in the abyss of hatred and pain. Michel sighed slightly, with an understanding look on his face. He thought: "It turns out that he is also a victim. I should let go of my past prejudices."

Michel took a deep breath, as if to absorb the power of the entire world into his body. He slowly raised his hands and began to dance gently. As he moved, a powerful force that was almost suffocating flowed out of his body like a surging tide.

He gathered his strength into an indestructible barrier. The barrier shone with a mysterious and dazzling light, like an indestructible fortress made of stars, tightly enveloping Ozma. At the moment of setting up this barrier, Michel felt as if his heart was melted by a warm force, just like ice gradually melting under the spring sunshine. His eyes became more determined than ever, like two beams of bright light that could penetrate the darkness. His eyes of insight also underwent a wonderful change at this moment, becoming clearer and brighter, as if they could see through all the secrets of the world.

He gradually realized that his selfless love for the demons had quietly sublimated at this moment and turned into a deep love for all living things in the world. He began to deeply understand that perhaps just like Ozma and himself had the same roots, all things in the world were actually equal. The narrow pattern of thinking before was completely broken at this moment, and he re-recognized the essence of this world. He was no longer limited to the trivial disputes and simple judgments of good and evil among the demons, but cast his eyes to the broader world and saw the profound meaning of the balance and harmony of the whole world. His face showed a look of sudden enlightenment, and a sense of pride surged in his heart.

However, outside the mysterious rift of the other dimension, an unexpected misunderstanding occurred silently. No matter how hard the demons in the heavens searched, no matter how powerful their magic and keen perception were, they could not find any trace of the Dark Legion and Michelle.

They searched anxiously in the territory that was once full of fierce battles and endless chaos, leaving no corner untouched, but what they saw was only a scene of incomparable silence and desolation. The once noisy battlefield seemed to have been forgotten by the years, leaving only a silent and empty space. The faces of the monsters showed confusion and anxiety, and they kept communicating with each other: "Where did they go? How could they disappear without a trace?"

So, after careful consideration and repeated discussions, the demons could only helplessly come to a conclusion: Michel must have used his extremely powerful strength to completely seal Ozma and the terrible demon army at the cost of his own life. Their hearts were filled with emotion and admiration, and the complex emotions were like intertwined threads entwined in their hearts. They began to establish a godhood for Michel with reverence, and regarded him as the supreme existence. Unknowingly, Michel became a god-like existence in the hearts of the demons, a great hero who did not hesitate to make great sacrifices for their tranquility and peace.

But Michelle had no idea about what happened later. Because at this time, he had resolutely stepped into the other dimension full of mystery and twisted power, shouldering a new mission. In that mysterious and dangerous space, he walked forward alone, with determination and courage in every step. He had only one firm belief in his heart, that is, no matter what the cost, he must protect Ozma. Because he knew that the existence of Ozma was of vital importance to the balance of the whole world.

The moment he understood what Ozma had experienced, his eye of insight was like a magic key, instantly opening a mysterious door to the truth. It revealed to Michel the intentions of Held hidden in the darkness. Although Michel did not know what actions and means Held would take at this time, he had keenly sensed from his vague premonition that a huge crisis was quietly approaching.

His brows were furrowed, and he felt uneasy. He thought to himself, "What is Held planning? This crisis must be stopped." He knew that in order to prevent more innocent lives from suffering, he must firmly guard the seal and never let Ozma return to the mainland with hatred and anger in his heart. Because he knew clearly that once Ozma was blinded by hatred and set foot on the mainland again, it would inevitably cause a new and more terrible disaster and chaos. Moreover, he must do his best to protect Ozma and his two apostles from being killed. "