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

Alwina Liuva rose from the damp ground, eyeing the headless corpse of her latest lover.

The flow of Mana coursing within her had grown fiercer, denser, and more potent.

In such a rite, the strength of one's primal desire played a crucial role in the final result, which was why this was a considerable success. After all, she could still feel the warm pulse in her lower stomach.

"A bountiful reap," she mused, turning towards a hidden presence. "Were you here the whole time, Ushpia?"

Her mystical senses couldn't locate her, but she had other ways of skirting around the fickle shroud of concealment.

The Qehari magus strolled out of the shadows without care, her hulking giant of a Soulbound trailing not far behind.

"Just long enough to pry into your rite. I must say, that glee of yours went beyond conscentious work."

Zealous Outrage