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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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Lesson on Sanity

"I was exploring Mursa and stumbled on this place. It seemed disheveled and of ill-repute, so I obviously came in." 

"A courageous decision," Philosir said, "whose reasoning escapes my understanding, I'm afraid." 

"From where I'm from, it is said that the only way to truly know a city is to visit its underbelly. When one familiarizes himself with the worst it has to offer, everything else becomes considerably more pleasant." 

A chuckle ensued as Philosir played with his unruly curls. "Quite a dangerous lesson here, my friend. Some things in Sethia are best left undiscovered, but you're right in the fact that all the exciting secrets huddle in the shadows of the Empire. As it happens, we infames can only dwell in those dark corners." 

"You know a lot, then?" Meilyr reined in his curiosity, speaking in a nonchalant tone.