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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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Red Sorcerer

Natural Spirits were creatures birthed in the Periphery, the thin edge separating the physical realm from the Reverse Boundary of the World. 

As spawns of a purer, filtered version of the Vile Ichor, they were viewed as gentler beings, embodying a reasonable and good side to the occult's bestiary of sentience. Magi tended to widely support this notion and even encouraged its spread in cultures where the concept of duality was prevalent, like Yura Ni.

Hence, when one spoke harsh truths, such as the Natural Spirits' fundamentally malicious essence, it was easy to be met with prejudice and sometimes violence. 

In the streets of Yura Nozerare, one could be strangled for uttering the simple yet contradicting verity that these kind beings descended, in more ways than one, from the dreaded Eidolons. 

Hostility and thirst for blood could never be detached from their existence.