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 stench of blood was fresh in the room, so was the sound of crying and screaming. His question was a good one and my response wasn't sufficient... yes... how could I be ready for that.


"Monster!" Her eyes were fresh with tears and her freckled cheeks were flush.


"Why... what did we ever do to you..!?" She walked closer, she seemed relatively unharmed, all her armor was intact.


"I... I'm sorry..." I said staring into her trebling eyes.


"Sorry!... Is that all you can say!" She reached for me, but I stepped back.


Tripping on nothing but herself, she fell. As she did I saw it. A gash...hole... they were one in the same. I saw white pink and red... crimson red. Even her bones were on full display, her vertebrae, all its intricate locks, notches and bumps were visible... for a while. In time, the crimson flooded the wound, leaving nothing but a pool... one that in time became a waterfall that gushed from the ridge of her cleaved flesh.


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