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

As they closed the distance, it was obvious that they couldn't all get him at once. He was too fast and there were too many of them. As they reached each other they collided, he and the fleshy faceless masses. It crossed it arms ramming into him, hoping to push him back or at least knock him off balance. Yet it didn't work. He crossed his arms as well holding his ground against the creature. As they bounced off each other,  the creature was pushed back, but he held his ground. It wasn't over though as soon the other three would surround him, or rather, he'd let them.


He Was Playing