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

"I thought we would find you here."

Ushpia, Abel, and Tsuji stood on the floating trunk of a collapsed tree, looking at Warden Sidonia and a short-haired, blue-eyed woman with droplet-shaped stigmata on her tanned face.

The unknown woman held the Auctor Septem in her hands, carefully placing it into an obsidian-carved box littered with inscriptions in Olden Sethiae. Then, she glanced at the two magi, tilting her head, "Who? Me?"

"I ignore who you are," Ushpia sneered. "I was talking to that spiteful Warden next to you. I guessed that even during an attack, the Neoteric Syndicate would prioritize retrieving their precious Grade 1 Relic over dealing with the assault. Since it was the core sustaining the False Domain, I figured following its trail would at least lead us to an imperial magus."

Vincentius Celaeno