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'd let out the aura again and the creature would submit. I found it easy to carry out my actions knowing the outcome. It didn't bother me in the slightest. I was never a humanitarian, in fact, I thought humanity was a plague, but I always did like animals, most of them anyway. So, knowing that I would take away the animals will, knowing that it'd die when I was done, I almost questioned why I felt nothing. Then I remembered that the slither of humanity I had was overshadowed by the two creatures I had become too different degrees.


Fully aware of what I was doing, and comfortable with the outcome. I touched the creature and entered our shared spiritual plain. It was most the same as before, I was sinking in murky waters. It soon emerged and began to circle me, all that was left was my input. As to what that was, I found myself ignorant, I was underwater, I could 't speak, could I.


A New Tennant