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

Ushpia clicked her tongue, her silver-patterned brows furrowing at her unleashed spell.

Alwina, who had been sprawled half-naked on the altar, rose up after finishing with Abel.

She stretched with a moan, saying, "Is there a problem? I don't know the specifics of your plan with Icilia, but the spell seems fine to me."

"Its purpose was to show the location of every participant within the forest aside from ours and that of Icilia's group," Ushpia explained. "However, someone appears to have hijacked my rite at the last moment."

Alwina adjusted her furls and her hair, nonchalantly asking, "What does that change? Did they disrupt it? I can clearly see everyone's position, though."

Ushpia shook her head. "The spell is functional. They haven't done anything but link their senses to its foundations. Perhaps a magus from outside is trying to peek inside the Theurgic Field?"

"That's not our problem then, is it?"

Brewing Fray