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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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Retinue

The second night of the Electus Minor's first phase ended with a rumble.

Now guided by Ushpia's Theurgic Field and its forest-wide perception spell, a great number of participants attacked each other without restraint—some hunting for an orb similar to theirs, others desperate for any kind of yield. 

Out of the 411 magi registered for the selection, only 173 had arrived in the woods of Constanta alive, amongst them the 88 chosen by the Auctor Septem. 

By the time morning had risen, less than 70 magi were left. 

Meilyr, Gal-Enshu, Icilia, and Harpax arrived near a darkened cave whose depths had yet to be touched by daylight's strands. 

Phaedro, Gessius, and Pellio were awake within, warily surveying their approach. 

"You're still alive. What a surprise~" Icilia chuckled.

"What's with this stench?" Meilyr wrinkled his nose, smelling the wafting odor of decay.