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

Pellio shook his head, his green eyes locking onto the dreadful, blue-tinged gate. The senseless actions of that cloaked participant had nothing to do with him.

No. Deep within himself, he knew that he would do anything to hide from the truth bubbling just beneath the surface, the terrifying realization that slowly clawed its way out ever since Asherah had shown him those nightmares.

Or perhaps... it had started to emerge long before that, when he had faced his own ineptitude against Adelphas, when he had accepted the cradle offered to him, and when it had been snatched away without him being able to do anything about it.

Inner Candour