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

As the red mana flooded my eyes, viscus and uncomfortable, the black wouldn't fade but instead they would work in tandem. The darkness that existed soon took form, as the world seemed to become dimly lit from all directions.

As I looked closer, I could see faint organic constructs flowing around me, solid and familiar, roots. They would provide dim light that made everything visible. It was an interesting view among the auras and shady backdrop, but I couldn't find a practical application for it. I didn't even know what I was looking at, I had an idea, but it was still useless.

I did continue to fill my eyes with the viscus mana though, a decision I'm glad I made. The dimly lit environment soon lost its composure and allowed me a view past. It was hard to distinguish at first, but I soon figured it out. Looking down I could see a multitude of small and large flames. Then looking even further, I was staring into the abyss.

A Transparent Maze