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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

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Bewildering Aftermath

Harpax, Icilia, and Alwina regained consciousness on an ebbing stretch of shallow, reddish ichor, the dissipating remnants of the latter's protection surrounding them in a swirl of purple dust. 

"Ahh, my bones are rattling~" She groaned from pain, struggling to even get on her feet. 

Icilia was already up, surveying their surroundings in jittery glances. Harpax wasn't better, unable to stifle his quivering as he instinctively took a low stance, akin to chased prey. 

"D—Don't stay in the blood," he mumbled, his eyes wide open. "We need to hurry out of here. He won't stop until he brings me back. Alwina, can you move?" 

"Barely." She hoisted herself with the help of Icilia. "My magecraft's barriers are effective against stronger attacks, but I bear most of the pressure in the form of physical pain. I don't think I'll withstand another spell like that one." 

"That was more than enough," Icilia said. "You saved us."