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 disorientating and stomach churning, seeing my hand away from my body. It soon fell a distance away, returning to normal. As for the stub, black blood gushed out and even fell on my face. Refusing to die though, I filled my hand with purple mana and a tail shot from the limb. Muscular and shattering the entire armor on my right hand, I had a new weapon. Using the thing, I whipped away the creatures in one fell swoop, they weren't dead though, far from it, but they would be. Standing up, I forced myself to pick up the hand and put it in my jacket pocket, it was the best I could do.


They Bleed, They Die