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 I hung from the invisible grasps, I didn't try to resist, there was nothing I could do. I just simply went along with what he was doing. He was going to bring me somewhere and that was the beginning and the end of it.

So, as I waited for it to start towing us in a particular direction, a different phenomenon would occur. The world slowed to a crawl, not even sounds being perceivable. Lighting, crimson lightning would then start to spark and arc from our beings. Our surroundings would then warp and stretch as if we were moving at unrealistic speeds, though we were still. Then, in a bang and flash, we were somewhere else.

I looked around, confused as it had happened so fast and so smooth that I could barely take it in, but we had been moved. I could not tell how far we had travelled, but the distance was irrelevant, it was as if I had ported, it was the same feeling of alienation after emerging from the darkness.

The Demon's Paradise