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

Twelve violet circles shone on Adelphas' greatsword, gorging themselves with a burst of Mana as he slashed through each of the pungent maws in less than a blink.

The flesh tendrils didn't slow him in the slightest as he dug in and out of Gal-Enshu's body in search of his heart.

His movements were too fast, and the thrusts too precise.

The sudden change in speed and strength blurred Gal-Enshu's wits, and he staggered backward before he could be hit in a vital spot.

Unfortunately, Adelphas wasn't about to let him escape this time.

His eyes turned a shade brighter as he scried Gal-Enshu with perception magecraft, locking onto his shifted organs. He immediately stepped forward, his overcoat fluttering as purple light radiated from his muscular frame, steadying himself for the killing blow.

The Carrot and the Stick