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

They just stood there, around the both of them, doing nothing as she screamed. They scowled, cringed and gagged, yet they didn't help her.


"Are we gonna do something?" My voice asked.


"Do we... have to?" I asked thinking about the situation.


"The longer we take the higher the chance that she dies..." He had a point, a life saving one.


"Aren't we going to anything?" He asked, voice saddened and confused.


"You too huh." I said a little annoyed.


"She's literally dieing you know... we are having a conversation while she's bleeding out... don't humans care for each other... or is this a you thing?" Akir said, and for the first time in a while he sounded angry.


"Fine." Waiting for no response, I took action.


It's Natural