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 walked my way down the hall continuing to feel bad for them, I really did. If I could have laughed I would have. They were the cream of the crop, the elite of the elite. I could have acknowledged that they were still young and that they needed more experience and training, but they didn't act that way. The magic they had, had gone to their heads. It was refreshing to see the natural disaster himself, the obnoxious lightbulb getting his ass handed to him. He was getting especially beat, it was as if the colonel had it out for him.


Hand to Hand For Manipulators