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 sank for days in a sea I couldn't see, but only feel, and with every passing moment the surface seemed farther and the light that shone from it, dimmer. I thought it my fault, I could swim, but why would I, the heaviness distracted me. It made me forget the pain I felt, the emptiness, the hopelessness, everything. I found comfort in it, so when I started to resurface, when something or someone started to pull me out, I resisted. Kicking and slapping the water I would turn straight down and look into the darkness, my destination. Then using all my might I'd swim deeper, but it wasn't enough.


I'd be plucked from my solace, like a root from the ground, and I'd be exposed as such. Tossed from the waters naked and confused, gravity would take a hold of me, and I'd come back down to land on a floor. Looking at it, there was nothing, I was standing on nothing, I was sinking in nothing. Looking around, there was nothing, infinite nothing.


A Hopeful Escape