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

"I know them. A friend of mine once spoke of the Fifth Era's first year, known as the Last Sway, when the Hallowed Sovereigns consecrated their descent through a mighty battle with the ruling entities. The Goddess Adonaios had triumphed over the Twins of the Firmament, spilling their blood over the nearby waters to give birth to the Flickering Sea."

"You Profaners are quite informed," Vincentius whistled. "Though it is expected of the Domed City's scholars. Yet, it irks me that you would persist in your blasphemy whilst fully aware of the Gods Beyond's glory."

He passed a hand over his dark red hair, dismissive of Nefer-pu's intense glare.

Notam Vindicem