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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 · Fantasia
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"W—Wait! Please, don't kill us!" 

The three men were unremarkable. They sported typical Sethian features: copper skin, dark hair, and light-colored eyes. Their inner flow was dull and slow, too different from the storm that raged inside Meilyr whenever he used magecraft.

10th-class magi? Either untrained or lacking potential. It seems talent plays a role in how powerful one's internal flow is. That's valuable knowledge.

Despite pitying their weakness, Meilyr refused to openly treat them with contempt. He knew far too well the pain of getting looked down on and the scars of such humiliation. Furthermore, antagonizing people for no reason was more trouble than it could be worth. 

"I won't kill you," he said, his tone low. "But don't mistake this for mercy. There are things worse than death."