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

We stood there in silence for at least a minute before anyone had said anything, and I wasn't the one doing the talking. I did take the time to admire her figure though, she had a six pack and she seemed well built. She also had scars, not many, but they could have been found a few places on her solid body. My initial reaction of her beauty stood, but it seemed she also had the muscle to back it up.


"Ummm... I know they said 'tour', but I have my duties to attend to, so I'm afraid you'll have to tag along." Despite the delicacy in her voice, I could tell she wasn't asking.


"And... just a small request... can you please use your words, the one-word responses are making me uneasy." Again, she framed it a question though she wasn't asking.


Stella The Wall