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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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Veiled Sea

Meilyr stared at the seat before him. 

More particularly, he focused on the little girl leisurely sipping a cup of Yuranian black tea on top of it. 

Elegant strands of purple hair swayed with the slightest shift of her head, and her blue-and-purple eyes shone with an unknown glint as they juggled between her drink and Meilyr. Her features were refined and delicate, punctuated with butterfly-shaped stigmata. She would surely bloom into an incredible beauty in the upcoming years.

"Lady Cardei, was it?" Meilyr said, hiding his bemusement behind his mask. "I'm surprised you found your way into my chambers unscathed. I'm told my retinue is holding fast on the other side of the door."

"Oh, they did try to block me. I simply had Yarikh knock them out," she answered nonchalantly. "Also, Eliza will suffice—only for you, though." 

"Interesting. Well then, Eliza. May I ask about the reason for this visit?"