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

With a mental command, his ruby-crowned spear emitted a surge of blood-red fire toward his opponent, scorching the ground and attempting to burn him on the spot.

This was a Holy Artifact of Erinnu Maatu, the Crimson Crest—Anqullu.

Although its offensive abilities weren't great, it would rank similarly to a Grade 2 Relic in the Seven Nations.

The scarred young man, whom he recognized as the infamous battle-starved Gessius Ramio, leaped above the flames in a mighty jump, strengthened by a spell.

He twirled his lance as he aimed for Gal-Enshu during his fall, intending to pierce his throat with a single thrust.

Gal-Enshu raised his artifact at that moment, allowing the blazing swirl to soar and intercept him while in the air.

Feathered Horror