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 planted my feet in the ground, riling up the dirt as I pounced forward, my tail dancing in the wind. I was faster, way faster. It came at me fearlessly, claws up blocking my blade. Though this time I wasn't tossed aside.


We clashed, yet it showed no sign of pain or retreat. It just kept pushing, all its eyes blinked out of sync. It was scanning me, and soon it acted. It kicked me in the stomach and pushed me back as its heavy three toed foot fell.


It was still not enough. I gripped the handle so hard I thought it would snap. Once again I pounced forward, but that time I brought the sword high above my head. As I brought it down, the creature went for my chest. It was a necessary sacrifice, or so I thought, but in truth, it was a mistake.


Reality