Naphulae

"The veil of sanity is a lie we tell ourselves when we gaze at the night sky, hoping, in a stifled corner of our mind, that the stars aren't gazing back."

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A nameless, insignificant, yet ambitious young man once attempted to rescue his family from poverty. But as he found hope, he also stumbled upon despair. After losing everything to the darkness of death, including himself, he woke up in another world, stuck in the body of an eleven-year-old boy with a peculiar appearance.

He soon discovered that he was a Celestial Offering—a holy sacrifice, carefully groomed by the Temple of Stars to be given to the Gods Beyond. 

His fate had already been sealed, for his blood would spill under the seven-pointed star and consecrate the birth of a new era for his nation.

Armed with nothing but his wit and the trail of good fortune, he would attempt to challenge this destiny, braving the countless hurdles that lay in waiting and the unfathomable horrors they harbored. 

In a realm of magecraft, occult rituals, madness, and prowling Eidolons, he could only count on himself to survive, as the threat of insanity loomed over everyone equally, and nothing could slow its ineluctable embrace.

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Discord: Naphulae#1813

The Forsaken Sovereign

His body had already sprung to its feet before he could grasp his surroundings, though his heavy eyelids struggled to chase away the blur of his dazed sight.

"You've finally come to your senses."

A deep voice greeted him, punctuated by the crackle of a bonfire.

Still somewhat groggy, he looked around with the calmness of one who had yet to fully escape the sweet embrace of sleep. "Where... Where am I? Where is the Pontiff of Stars?"

"You're safe. We've reached an agreement with your rainbow-eyed friend," someone replied, their tone neutral.

As Laemno's headache quieted and his eyes grew used to the swirling smoke, he managed to make out the vaguely familiar form of the man that had appeared at the end of his fight with the Pontiff of Stars.

He sat on the opposite side, carefully cleaning his Heilswaage with a white cloth.

The Wayfarer