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

My feet would soon touch the sandy floors of the place, finding a home beneath it, and looking up, I had gone deeper than I had realized. It may have been the darkness that fooled me, or it may have been my physical prowess, but it didn't matter. Looking up, it was apparent I had sunk many a story beneath the deadly water's surface. I was comfortable though, I felt safe, as if the world couldn't reach me in my own pocket of cold escape. I wasn't there to reminisce on the surface though, I was there to admire the indigenous life.


Freezing Beauty's Warmth