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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 · Fantaisie
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Bait and Trap

"I sense a stir in the Vile Ichor."

Meilyr crouched behind a cliff as his silvery eyes surveyed the land below. Lone, unremarkable ruins lay in the middle of a green-covered patch, its serenity broken by the exuded fumes of a lit bonfire.

"There are five magi. Two are somewhat strong, but I should be able to manage without problems."

Alwina raised her brow after a glance. "How is the movement inside?"

"Nothing of note, I would guess? They seem to be resting."

"What would be the cause of the stir, then? Protective barriers don't produce erratic outflows. The cause must be something else."

Meilyr tilted his head, trying to ponder the reason. He sighed after a few seconds. "I don't know."

"It's most likely a trap," she remarked. "Discrepancies between physical and mystical perceptions are always suspicious. Look to the northeast, near the edge of their barrier. Do you see any strange object?"