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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The Forsaken Sovereign

A swirl of Mana escaped the seven metallic doors, dancing in the middle of the hall as each participant's orbs pulsated with a brightening sheen.

Warden Sidonia waited for the rustle to quiet as she spoke, "Every one of you has gathered a set of orbs with a particular element. They are keys that will allow you to pass through one of these gates, depending on which metal you possess."

Meilyr briefly glanced at his gold-sculpted orb while listening to the examiner's words.

"As you may have concluded, the Auctor Septem has bestowed upon you an element that it had seen fitting to your fundamental essence as both a magus and a living being. Thus, the path ahead of you will be specifically tailored according to its judgment."

Seven Gates