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 the last day until we would set foot on the battlefield for real. I wasn't nervous though as we had enough time to prepare. The routine didn't change though, we had to continue what we had been doing. The voice had given us our instructions and we were ready to complete the course, in full. As I left my room I saw the other four, the members of my squad, or rather I had barely glimpsed them.


As we stepped on to the sand and began our stretches and preparations, I slung my hair back in a bun and used the rubber band the general gave me to keep it there. That was my choice, but Jane, Daniel, the princess and Zack had left their hair down. All their fancy hairstyles had turned to naught in the face of time.


Results Through Dedication