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 almost regained my sense of humor and smile, no, laugh, after his last few words. I was supposed to kill the creature that stood before me. The creature that stood shoulder to shoulder with fate herself. The creature that could invoke her name and live. He was misunderstanding who I was, and if he was betting on, as what he had said 'what I would become' I needed answers and I needed them immediately. I was not even at the top of the totem pole in the university I went to, and I was supposed to fight a monster revered on all levels of creation, madness, he was insane. No, perhaps he was never sane to begin with.


"Insanity... madness... she drove you mad... didn't she...?" I was getting there myself.


"Unfortunately, no, I have not beheld such a thing in millennium." Nothing, bothersome nothing.


"How do you expect to make me into a weapon capable of killing a god exactly... indulge my fantasy... I beg of you..."


Dread Understood