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

Lady Tsuji scoffed at her allusion. "How can you be so sure?"

"Consider it a cautious faith in the abilities of those who have made it this far." She curled her strands around her fingers, shrugging. "Instead of pressing their advantage when we were confused, they preferred to stall us while waiting for their Relic's activation. It's like an open admission to certain victory once their conditions are met."

"Our opponents were troublesome in their own way. It shames me to admit it, but I was useless against them." Phaedro lowered his head.

Icilia's red eyes landed on his hunched figure. "Don't beat yourself too hard. Compatibility is often the deciding factor in magecraft battles. Even an 8th-class Dark Songster, who mostly relies on sound to perform their spells, would be hard-pressed to triumph over a mere 10th-class magus of the Silent Sorceries."

Flow of Mana