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

It was something that made me step back and once again marvel in the fact that I wasn't from such a world. It was as beautiful as it was terrifying, it was as if we were trapped. We were inside a giant sphere of light, or that's how I had first perceived it, but I was wrong. We were in a different dimension all together. As I paid more attention and as my eyes calmed, I could see it, the endless plain that we were on. It stretched for as far as the eye could have seen, and I didn't have human eyes. It was all glowing with a tinge of gold, the sky, the ground, all of it, not that I could tell them apart. There were large glass like arcs of what I presumed to be energy, dotting the landscape, popping out of the ground every now and then, they'd fall and complete their arcs, disappearing.  As I wallowed in its size I looked up, as to reference my position.


Inside An Anomaly