Rebuilding Terra

When the news of Ozma and Kazan's triumphant return spread like a swift gust of wind, it instantly spread to every corner of the territory. Monsters gathered from all directions, and the streets and alleys were eagerly talking about the legendary deeds of these two heroes. The Monster King, the ruler of this territory, a being with great power and supreme majesty, was filled with endless joy and pride when he learned of their triumphant return. He knew very well that Ozma and Kazan's heroic deeds brought great glory to this territory, so he did not hesitate to personally order to welcome these two brave and fearless heroes with the most grand and shocking scene.

In that vibrant territory, the streets seemed to be enchanted and instantly became colorful. The scene of lights and decorations was like a dreamlike painting, with colorful lanterns hanging high, emitting warm and festive light. The lanterns were made of different materials, some were made of exquisite silk, embroidered with mysterious runes and patterns; some were made of crystal clear crystal, reflecting colorful light. Each lantern seemed to be a small world, carrying the respect and blessings of the monsters to the heroes. The bright colored flags fluttered in the breeze, as if dancing happily, adding a touch of lively color to this grand welcome ceremony. The colors of the colored flags were bright and eye-catching, red like fire, blue like the sky, green like grass, and yellow like gold. They fluttered in the wind, as if announcing the return of the heroes to the world.

When the demons heard the news of the hero's return, they were so excited that they could not be suppressed. The old demon leaned on a cane and walked slowly, but his eyes were full of expectation. The young demons ran among the demons with excited smiles on their faces. They couldn't wait to see the heroes in their hearts. The young demon couple held hands with respect in their eyes. The demons' faces were filled with excitement and respect, and their eyes were full of expectation. They all wanted to see the grace of these two heroes with their own eyes.

Ozma walked slowly in the robe that still shone with mysterious light. The robe seemed to be woven from fragments of stars, and every fiber contained mysterious power. Under the sunlight, the runes on the robe seemed to come alive, flashing strange light, as if telling ancient secrets. Some of those runes jumped like flames, some were as cold as frost, and some flashed like lightning. They intertwined with each other to form a mysterious force field. Ozma's eyes, which had been baptized by battle, were full of calmness and confidence. That was the firmness honed in countless life and death tests, as if no difficulty could knock him down again. His eyes were deep and bright, like the bright stars in the night sky, revealing endless wisdom and power. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a gratified smile, which was as warm as the sun, as if it could dispel all the haze. Every subtle expression was full of infectiousness, allowing the monsters to feel his inner joy and pride.

Kazan was wearing a battle armor that was full of traces of battle but more glorious. The battle armor seemed to be a witness of the years. Every scratch and every damage was a medal of his heroic battle. The material of the battle armor was extremely tough, reflecting a cold light in the sun, as if showing the world its indestructibility. Kazan held tightly in his hand the battle axe that had made great achievements in the battle. The handle of the battle axe was engraved with mysterious runes, which seemed to tell the glorious history of the battle axe. The axe blade flashed cold light in the sun, and it was extremely sharp, as if it could cut off all obstacles in the world. Every detail of it exuded a powerful force, leaving no doubt about its power in battle. Kazan's tall and burly figure was like an indestructible mountain, and every step was calm and powerful. His steps were firm and powerful, and every step seemed to make the earth tremble. His posture was upright, like a towering tree, giving the monsters a strong sense of security. The monsters admired him, as if as long as he was there, no danger could approach this territory.

The demon king stood in front of the magnificent palace, with a group of majestic guards behind him. The palace was like a mysterious castle, towering into the sky, with exquisite reliefs and mysterious runes carved on the walls. The roof of the palace shone with golden light, as if it was made of pure gold. The demon king was dressed in a gorgeous royal robe, embroidered with exquisite patterns and mysterious runes, showing his noble status and supreme authority. His eyes were firm and majestic, revealing a king's domineering aura. The guards behind him were dressed in neat armor, which shone with metallic light in the sun, as if they were made of steel. They held sharp weapons inlaid with gems, exuding mysterious power. The guards were upright and firm in their eyes, like a Great Wall made of steel, guarding the dignity of the demon king and this territory.

As Ozma and Kazan approached, the demon king greeted them with a smile on his face. His smile was like a blooming flower, full of joy and pride. His steps were brisk and powerful, as if he couldn't wait to welcome the return of the two heroes. The demon king said loudly: "My heroes, your heroic deeds will be remembered forever in this land. Today you are our pride!" His voice was loud and powerful, echoing in the air, as if it could penetrate the clouds. Every word was full of respect and praise for the heroes. As he spoke, the demon king personally put on a wreath of honor for them. The wreath was woven from bright flowers of many kinds, including delicate roses, fresh and elegant lilies, and noble and elegant tulips. Each flower exuded a fragrant aroma, as if praising their bravery. The wreath was also dotted with some precious gems, which sparkled brilliantly in the sun, contrasting with the flowers, further highlighting the preciousness and glory of the wreath. Warm applause and cheers suddenly rang out around them. The sound was as deafening as thunder and echoed throughout the sky. The demons expressed their respect and welcome to the hero in the warmest way. Their applause and cheers intertwined together to form a powerful force that seemed to be able to break through the sky.

However, at this moment of celebration, a mysterious woman quietly appeared beside the demon king like a ghost. She was wearing a black cloak, which seemed to be woven by the power of darkness. It fluttered gently in the breeze, as if it was given life. Every flutter had a mysterious rhythm, as if it hid endless secrets. The edge of the cloak was embroidered with some mysterious runes, and those runes flickered with a faint light, which made people curious. Her face was covered by shadows, making it impossible to see her face clearly, but her eyes flickered with an elusive light. The light was sometimes deep, sometimes cunning, and sometimes with a hint of subtle weirdness. Her eyes seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts, making people feel a chill inadvertently.

The woman approached the demon king with light steps and hummed a ballad in his ear: "The King and the Jackal, this is a ballad praising the two jackals who defeated the monsters. The territory of the old lion will eventually be destroyed by the two jackals..." The melody of the ballad seemed to carry a mysterious power, like strands of silk slowly flowing in the air. The melody was sometimes melodious and sometimes low, as if telling an ancient and mysterious story. Every note seemed to have its own life, beating in the ears of the demons and stirring up ripples in their hearts. The lyrics of the ballad were full of metaphors and hints, which made people fall into contemplation. The mysterious woman hummed the ballad, as if conveying some unknown information.

As the demon king listened to the ballad, a subtle change flashed across his eyes. The change was like a meteor across the night sky, brief but clearly visible. He frowned slightly, the wrinkles seemed to be the marks of time, and also seemed to be the imprint of his thoughts. He fell into deep thought, with all kinds of thoughts in his mind like rolling waves. Although this was just a seemingly ordinary ballad, it seemed to have lit a fuse in the demon king's heart. The fuse sizzled and burned slowly, igniting the doubts and uneasiness deep in his heart bit by bit. He began to think about the meaning behind this ballad, and the impact of the existence of Ozma and Kazan on this territory. A trace of doubt surged in his heart, but he was unwilling to easily believe these unfounded rumors.

As time went by, the ballad began to spread quietly in the territory like a silent wind. It seemed to have its own wings and flew to every corner. Some demons with ulterior motives began to talk behind their backs. Their voices were like the buzzing of flies, subtle but full of malice. Some of those demons were jealous of the glory of Ozma and Kazan, some were used by other forces, and some simply liked to spread rumors.