SIR_NoNChalant

He hasn't had the best life, in fact, some would argue that his life couldn't have been worse, but there's still hope, even for a nihilist. As when an expedition to colonize the moon quickly turns into a disaster, he is swallowed whole by an anomaly and spat out somewhere completely different.
Here one can conjure flames with words and summon thunderclouds with a shout, but it's not all fantasia and ecstasy. The world seemed peaceful enough, but as he learns more and more. He realizes everything he sees is a facade, and what's truly underneath is a civilization built on blood and war. In fact, the whole world is in a state of war. 
Then to top it all off, solidifying that he has truly jumped out of the frying pan and into the furnace, Ragnarök is fast approaching, and there's no certainty that he'll survive, that anyone will survive.

EFFORIA WORLD AT WAR

I looked into its trembling eyes and sighed. I wasn't going to do it, at least not that time.


I soon found another distraction, the viscus black and purple mana lumping up in my body. It was heavy and uncomfortable, as if a weight had been placed in my arms and stomach. I focused and tried to move it like I always had, flowed it but it did not work.


It continued to accumulate and as it did... I got bigger, with every passing second I was getting bigger, my armor thicker and my teeth sharper. It went on until my clothes were getting uncomfortably tight. Though, I wasn't out of options.


"Hey, me. The real imposter." I said taunting a response.


"What's happening to me?" I asked entering my mind.


"Nothing, I have come to the conclusion that due to the "original" owner of the core being subdued, you now have free rein over it, and thus full control, or rather, the lack there of."


"Is that all?" I asked ready for everything to be over.


I'm Not Like You