He grew up with a lust for power. How deep is his scheming, how deep is his depravity, how powerful is his courage, and how great is his pain. After seven years of fighting and killing, he stood up with his sword in the most bloody place, and used his heart-breaking power to cut off the thunder and rain in his destiny...
He fell into the abyss of others, and he also fell into the abyss of hostility, frozen in a huge chess game. He stretched out his hands, trying to grasp the only warmth in his life, but in the end he couldn't grasp anything...
Fighting between dragons and tigers, entanglement of grievances and hatreds, snowfall in thousands of mountains, where does love go?
When all is said and done, they can't help but ask
What should be done to relieve the eternal loneliness?
Is it power or love?
Intention: