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 would pierce the water's surface, but the thing I had hoped to assault was nowhere to be seen. It did not matter though, its dreadful presence could be felt lingering, and so could its chaotic emotions.

I would have to wait to analyze the nuances of the creature though. As the moment I left the water, I would be punted by an invisible force all the way back to shore in the blink of an eye. It happened so fast and so brutally, that by the time I realized I was perched up against a tree, it was nightfall. The thing had knocked me out cold and I couldn't even retaliate.

As I picked myself up, I was nigh despair's clutches. The reality was that if it wanted me dead, it would have already happened, thus what was the point in doing anything. It could fly, so no matter how high I went or how high I climbed, it would reach me.

A Looming Threat