This story is very long, but it seems to only take place in a few words.
He had caught hold of his god, but it had slipped away feebly.
Perhaps, since leaving without saying goodbye that night, the covenant with the gods has been quietly broken.
"Quack-" A low and harsh crow cut through the silence of the night. One of the two people sleeping together on the couch woke up alertly. Calga stood up gently, picked up a piece of paper from the crow's beak, and after reading it with a frown under the moonlight, he closed his eyes and sighed. The crow folded its wings, its small eyes staring at him sinisterly and narrowly. After a long time, he opened his eyes, glanced at the furry beast, and nodded slowly. After receiving a satisfactory answer, the crow flapped its wings and plunged into the night like a black-feathered arrow. Calga let out a breath, walked to the couch, leaned down, and gently brushed the man's hair away from his face. Looking at the slightly flushed fair face of his beloved and the upturned lips caused by some sweet dream, Calga lowered her head and reluctantly left a kiss on his face. Then, he put on his robe and left resolutely without looking back. Something fell, but it happened to land on the animal skin rug, making no sound.
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The people only knew that their brave and capable prince Calgar died in that tragic victory. There were also people who risked their lives to cross that battlefield. What did that person see?
In that desert that was once stained red with blood,
A white gull cries blood, circling every day.
Intention: Salvation may not only be given to mortals by gods.