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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 · Fantasie
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Naive Delusion

A terrible howl escaped the woman's withered lips, shaking the ground and stirring the rotten roots into a sudden frenzy.

AaaAAAAaaAaAAaaaaAaaaAA!

Meilyr drew his arm towards himself, sucking the atmospheric Mana his way to bring Alwina and Gal-Enshu closer. "What have you done? It's gone mad."

"A mere reflex," Sosicles sighed, retracting his long axe into its original mold of shadows. "It should calm itself shortly."

Thorn-covered vines lashed out in every direction, as if to mock the Syndic's declaration. He melted into his own shade without care, disappearing in an instant... again.

That's it. He really enjoys doing it. There's no way he doesn't realize how aggravating it is.

Meilyr cursed under his breath while surrounding himself and his comrades with a torrent of pure Mana, driving away the unleashed assault. However, it never ceased, increasing in strength, number, and speed without the slightest sign of weakening.