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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 · แฟนตาซี
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Planification

In the midst of a half-open meadow, a particular team of magi had adopted quite the peculiar formation. 

The unconscious Meilyr was sprawled on one side, surrounded by his retinue—namely Gal, Gessius, Phaedro, and Pellio. 

A sleeping Sept lay on another, with the ever-vigilant Vivi and Emil sitting on either side of him.

And between those two groups stood Lady Tsuji and Ando, as well as Icilia and Harpax, separated by a small boulder as they faced each other. 

"For Meilyr's sake, I shall make an effort and cooperate with you," Tsuji began. "That said, I do not forgive you for ordering the slaughter of so many innocents. Such a massacre was needless." 

Icilia shook her head. "Let us agree to disagree. Had I not culled the number of participants, Mucia would've had a far greater number of magi to puppeteer. We might not have fared so well against her."