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 the crimson rain settled within my mouth, I not only found it beautiful, but I also found it delicious, enlightening even. My body seemed to agree as my canines elongated, they served no particular purpose, but I could put two and two together. That was not the only change I noticed; I could feel something move within my body as if growing around my internal contours. It was heading for my mouth, and upon arrival I could feel a rejuvenating shock pass through my body, and a hunger persist. My vision clearing up I could see that the dryad was holding a deer like animal above me, its throat slit. Looking at it though, the presence within me began to grow up to my eyes.


Life's Currency