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

The ice berg grew by the second consuming everything in its path. It ate chairs, desks, carpet and floor. It was showing no signs of stopping. Luckily everyone that was near her had already darted away.


"It's not fair!" As she screamed the ice grew out in sickles and shards.


Mrs. Eos stood there, not knowing what to do, confused. I sat in my seat still, I was the only one, everybody was already half out if not completely out of the class.


"I didn't ask for this..." Her screaming voice broke into tears.


"Do something before she hurts herself." I said taunting Mrs. Eos.


"Hah hah, very funny, its not that simple, its not normal ice."


"Normal ice or not, if the heats hot enough, it'll melt." I said correcting her blunder.


"I can't make fire hot enough to melt it, can you?" She retorted.


"If I use light... the ice won't be the only thing getting cut..." She walked closer to the growing mass and touched it.


Calm Down