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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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Feral Child

"Gal. Wake up. Now." 

Meilyr's panicked call jolted Gal-Enshu upwards before he had even opened his eyes. He looked around with unabashed confusion, his grip tightening on his spear. 

"My Lord... where are... we?" 

"Still in the same forest, it appears," Meilyr replied, expanding the area of his perception magecraft as much as he could with his current level of control. "They got us good. Forming teams before the selection began was pointless since they planned to separate us anyway." 

He guessed that Gal-Enshu was sent here with him because he was his Soulbound. 

"Tell me, did you receive an orb, too? From the Grade 1 Relic." 

Gal shook his head. "Vile object. It refused me." 

"That fits with Warden Sidonia's explanations." Meilyr nodded with a ponderous gaze. "You're an extension of me. In other words, you have the same status as a weapon or a spell. Only participants are acknowledged by the Auctor Septem."