He was an emperor, Heaven's favored son. Beneath his piercing gaze, there was never room for anyone else. Cold, wickedly charming, domineering, he was also a godlike figure enthroned in the hearts of the people. A cruel, life-and-death dream, a turn of fate's wheel, and he met him. Was it fate's cruel joke, or an ending written in the stars? He had to choose: the empire or the beauty? After countless trials, his heart turned to ashes. At the instant he turned away, the other man locked him in his arms, showering him with all the love in the world. Was it true love, or the beginning of another conspiracy? [The continuation of Twilight of the Gods: will the myth begin again?]
Finally got to the point of writing, hehe