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

The light would subside as I entered it, giving my eyes a break. As for the rest of me, I wouldn't be given such a luxury. Opening my eyes to the world I had thought to maybe be some kind of facility. I was instead looking at branches and leaves, lush and abundant. Form a canopy of trees I was being tossed at deadly speeds. It was quite dense as well, so by the time I could react, I was already slamming into a branch. With cracks and snaps, I would be flashed off the thick branch, no better than before. Not wanting to fall to my death though, I would try again.


A Maze Of Towering Trees