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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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Humanity's Perfection

The Syndic tilted his head.

"Use your eyes. You're not like Alwina or the other Occultists. Your gaze reaches farther than even mine, but you made the mistake of testing its range while your mind was at its weakest. You're properly attuned to your mental barriers now, right?"

Meilyr clicked his tongue, displeased at having his folly so easily discovered. He channeled his Mana through his orbits, deploying his perception magecraft.

It looked akin to a spectacle's rising curtains, unveiling the twisted scene of a corruption so deep it had encroached onto the very earth. The sun lost its luster, the sky's bluish glimmer dimmed, and the houses of Leagan collapsed into rotted huts stifled by the hold of giant, crooked branches.