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 wasn't getting tired, but I was getting uneasy. As such, I decided to try something I wouldn't have given the choice. Running, I bent and twisted the air around me in such a way that it increased my speed and reduced my weight. As the changes took effect I was basically hoping across the landscape, I wanted more though. Coming down from one of my hops I put my feet together and brought them up to my body. Then, as I touched the ground, I'd follow through with my momentum. Falling forward I waited util I was at a sixty-degree angle with the ground. Then at that moment, I flexed all my muscles and blasted off the soft earth.


Clearing The Plain