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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 · Fantasi
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Perfidy Witnesses

Gal-Enshu felt his Lord's intent to kill.

His whole body shuddered as he dreaded the failure of his purpose—of the possible worthlessness of his impious act. Dying at the hand of the Fathomless One was an honor, yet he could find no joy in it, for he had much to accomplish for his sake. That in itself was the gravest of sins.

He had to do something, even if it meant betraying his oath. There was still a long way to go before the Banquet of Silver. He couldn't succumb before completing it.

"There have been rumors," he whispered, cautious not to displease his master. "Of people who have once abandoned the noble title of Nasru. They hold no loyalty to Erinnu Maatu, just as we have no love for them."