Vientiane Divine Realm

There are various magical spells here, as well as fierce collisions between weapons. The young man's heart is like the last ray of unruly wind in midsummer, which can no longer be held tightly when it passes through the fingers. One day, he will step onto the throne made of thorns alone, and the cold light of steel reflects his eyes that are no longer clear. Growth is a gentle process, you have to kill certain things with your own hands - such as innocence, such as loneliness and bravery, such as those oaths shining in the sunset. Then, you will become a boring adult, smiling skillfully at the wine table and smoking silently late at night. You can't avoid it, this is the coronation gift given to you by fate. But you still fantasize, right? On this road destined to be lonely, will there be a girl with eyes as bright as the stars many years ago, who will say to you softly: "I understand." Will there be a few friends who don't need to say much when toasting, and who still remember the distant place promised when they were young when they are drunk? But fantasy is just fantasy after all. On the throne, there is only you. "But for the sake of you..." You muttered in a low voice, but you didn't know who "the king" was. Is it the self that has not been smoothed out by the world? Someone who will never come back? Or is it just an unfinished dream when I was young?