Zhawen, first person, has a Mary Su tendency, so proceed with caution.
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The sunset of the day was like blood. The sun hung half-sunken in the sky, as if it was burning the horizon. I lay quietly next to my master, my body covered with the blood of the enemy. My master's body was the same as mine. His long fingers stained with solidified black and purple blood were trembling, and he could not hold my body tightly no matter what. I tried hard to get closer to his hand, but in the end I could only stay there motionless, watching his sad and beautiful eyes close little by little. At that time, the entire wilderness was extremely quiet, and despair seemed to take shape, drowning me like water.
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