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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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Lady Tsuji's daze cleared away as her thoughts raced, frowning. "You helped me?" 

"One could scarcely call that help if all I did was collapse this pathetic illusion. You merely happened to be caught in the same spell." 

Ushpia raised her gaze towards the mystical clock, clicking her tongue. "Now, Warden. Can we have an explanation as to what we're supposed to do here?" 

"Oh..." Warden Sidonia's voice echoed from the walls, her tone oozing disappointment. "You escaped that. How unfortunate.

"Hm?" Ushpia sneered. "Still annoyed that I easily wove a counterspell to your Theurgic Field? Shouldn't you be impartial to all participants in this selection?" 

"I am impartial," the Warden said. "I simply happen to dislike you, so it is only natural that I would cheer at the prospect of your failure.