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The Forsaken Sovereign

"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." — 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. — Discord: Naphulae#1813

Naphulae · Fantasy
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189 Chs

Cypras Grex

The cold silence of an obscured tent answered Meilyr's entrance.

Four of the seven figures within shifted their position, scattered in the darkness and out of ordinary sight. Unfortunately for them, their silhouettes glittered like sun-blessed jewels to his spell-enhanced eyes.

The inside was devoid of ornaments or decorations, leaving a single, stone-sculpted chair standing in its midst. Meilyr would have thought it empty if not for the barely outlined shadow of a man on its surface.

A shadow without a source? No...

"Meilyr, is it?" The shadow started with a deep voice. "You're only a child." There was a tinge of disappointment stifled underneath its emotionless tone. "I get that notions of age blur together in the world of magi, but I cannot help my surprise."

Meilyr looked around quietly, probing the thin threads of Mana swirling nearby.