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 had been rescued by the colonel after being impaled. He had not saved me though, I had to do that myself, we all had to. The armor we wore was on par with those of the lower special pillars but that did not mean we were invulnerable. In the world we had stepped into armor was a last resort of sorts. It protected you from being hurt up until a threshold, giving you enough time to act. Some were stronger than others, but the materials that made them were way too expensive and far too rear to acquire much less source.


We were never even meant to fight in the first place. The arrival of an Execution unit was a bad omen all around. The moment I saw the portal I knew what were in for. There were multiple general level threats entering the battlefield. Our only hope was to run, and when that failed, our best bet was to play dead. That is what we had all done, but Psychí, he didn't know that. It was not something that was taught, and it would never be.


Colliding Stars