A thousand years ago.
A man named Balfogar was standing close to the window, with a beautiful woman in a gown. She was staring at the lonely sky like a lost butterfly.
"We are going tomorrow."
Said Balfogar with a deep voice.
"En"
The woman nodded silently, with no emotion in her facial expression.
"The elder magis were coming with me. They say that we might meet God in his human form, and they are hoping to meet him."
He continued, hoping to see some reaction to the lady's face.
However, she only nodded.
"En."
Balfogar did not stop as he look at the sky.
"They said that God is untouchable in his human form, he can adapt to any kind of phenomenon even if it's burning dark, he eats and craves for bug beast flesh to protect us, humans, because it's his instincts, and he can revive the dead."
Finally, the woman looked at him.
"I thought you don't believe in Him?"
Balfogar suddenly had his expression changed.
