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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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Portentous Interest

A gentle pulse rang inside the False Domain, heralding the entry of the last group of participants.

Warden Sidonia surveyed their approach from the upper floor of a spacious hallway, mouthing, "He is here."

"Finally!" Syndic Lollia excitedly leaped to her side, gazing over the tower's interior.

Rows of bronze-sculpted candelabra stood across the walls, holding ghostly candles alight with ashen flames. A single chandelier dangled from the lowered ceiling, on which was depicted a fully-armored warrior with pitch-black plates slaying through a tide of misshapen monsters.

The walls bore uncanny paintings of an obscure assembly, its gathered members sporting featureless faces and blank, seemingly unfinished eyes that seemed to stare back at whoever dared to linger too long on them.