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 · Fantasy
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Sethian Magecraft

Gal-Enshu's flesh shrunk into itself as he assumed his human guise, still prostrated before Meilyr.

"Beautiful... my Lord," he declared in awe.

Meilyr lowered his gaze, noticing the dense flux of Mana swirling around his own body. His head was still hot from the ecstatic throbs of his epiphany, which he forcibly stifled in fear of the Vile Ichor finding an opportunity to corrupt him through it.

"This is an interesting discovery," he said, glancing at his shaking hand. "I was like an amateur throwing his sword around without technique. It must've been quite a laughable sight to the eyes of other magi. How much I have to learn..."

Alwina couldn't help snorting aloud. "Quite the contrary. It was obvious you weren't using proper spells, but that only made us warier. You could easily contend against 8th-class magi, as inefficient as your method was. To most, it merely looked like you were playing around."