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

Perfidy Witnesses... A name... I've got a name.

Meilyr walked alongside Alwina and Sosicles, his gaze vacant behind his mask as he pondered the implications.

Beings of pure thoughts... This could explain why they're so elusive. They had sneaked their way into the Great Sanctuary of Priene unnoticed despite the numerous magi clustered there, under the close watch of the Five Graces and Hierapetra's Hallowed Sovereign. They've even followed me to Sethia, constantly slinking around without my awareness.

A chill traveled up his spine, filling him with an odd sense of dread.

Thoughts are conceptual. They're immaterial and invisible, with neither mystical nor physical trace. He glanced around, stifling the urge to clench his teeth and quiver in the ground. How can I be sure that they're not watching me right now? They could be beside me at this very moment, and I would be none the wiser. What do I do? What... can I do?

Urb Messis