TWENTY-SEVEN
On the mysterious island, there was jubilation. The two brothers and their wives could not hide their joy. The mission was accomplished. The downing of the huge tree meant the total annihilation of the demons, and no longer were humans going to suffer the terrible calamity at the end of every millennium. “It is over,” Oma said with a smile, and turned to look at his wife. The mission had not been an easy one, but victory had at last been achieved. Celebrating the victory was necessary, and that was what Oma was seeking to do with his lovely wife. Mansa did not smile back. It was as if she didn’t see the joy that Oma wanted to share with her. Her eyes were fixed at the far end of the huge tree on the ground. A thin, blue smoke was ascending into the sky from the fallen tree, and that ca
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