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 my feet buried themselves within the dirt, I would be overcome with a sense relief. It was not the fact that I was touching dirt, as I could not even feel its nuances, only its weight. It was the fact that I was finally safe from the constant sense of danger that the heights provided. Looking back at my path I could see the patches that my feline hands had striped way on my journey to the bottom. I could return to human form knowing that if I tripped, I'd be fine to fall. So, that is exactly what I did, the pigment returning to me as the plates disappeared.


Watchful Nature