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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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Tainted Humors

Gal-Enshu wrinkled his nose.

"It smells."

"Your nose must be far more effective than mine because I don't smell anything."

The Syndic sighed before stepping onto a stone-sculpted, protruding bridge at the Urb Messis' entrance. Its end spiraled into various passageways, each leading to a different section of the abode, clearly not meant for its winged inhabitants.

On the other side of one of those paths, three magi stood still, with two of them hiding their faces behind amaranth-marked masks. The obvious regalia signaled their affiliation with the Percipience Intercessors.

The third one, however, bore a tight-fitted robe with a single fist-shaped sigil woven onto it. His semi-long blond hair was slicked back, revealing lightning-like stigmata across his forehead. He couldn't have been older than Gal-Enshu, yet his youthful face was already scarred with a missing eye.