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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 · 奇幻
分數不夠
200 Chs

Blood-tinged Garden — 4

Meilyr thanked his good fortune for the Syndic's timely arrival. 

Although he had never counted on killing a Thaumaturge with the available tools at his disposal, he had hoped to at least wound him badly enough to justify a tactical retreat without appearing as a coward.

Yet, despite all his efforts, he had done no lasting damage to his foe. 

Meilyr's fight against the Pontiff of Stars had shown him a hint of the pinnacle of magecraft and how minuscule he stood in front of it, which falsely led him to believe that there would be a far lesser gap between an Occultist and a Thaumaturge. 

Such a mistaken assumption nearly cost him his life. 

Through a perception spell, he had initially hypothesized that the Thaumaturge suffered from a strange ailment that constrained the volume of Mana his body could withstand at once, but two facts soon proved him wrong.