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 day before had been an interesting one, but it had passed, a new day had dawned and it was time for new challenges. They didn't ask us to show our proficiency with the spells, they just ,moved on. The challenge of the day was to fly. This was a challenge I had withdrawn from, due to obvious reasons. I watched them dash thorough the air, like hawks, hover like bumblebees and land like jets. It was truly something to behold, especially with the show off partaking.


The Crippling Fear