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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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Raucous Start

Meilyr quickly returned to the Warden's office, skipping through a huddled row to Aquila's desk. 

"It's done," he said to the hunched magus. "I'd appreciate a warning next time. I know that it's no special procedure, nor was it intended as a favor."

Aquila adjusted his hat as he answered with a smile, "Apologies for that, Meilyr. It was an order from the Chief Syndic. I'm sure you can understand the reason for such measures, especially regarding you two." 

"I do, and that's why I went along with it. Still, it left a bad taste in my mouth." 

"I'm saddened to hear that." He ignored the waiting participant in front of him, handing an envelope to Meilyr. "With that, your registration is now complete. You'll find information about the next steps in there."

Meilyr took the furled papyrus from the Warden's hand, sensing a thin layer of Mana on its surface. It was probably coated with a protective spell.