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

The orb grew in her hands until it was hard to look at it glowed so bright, and even the creature not having a head seemed to notice. It would begin to move almost as if it was breaking out of a mold before it tried to get down on all fours. The key word was try though, because as it began to slump, a blinding beam shot through it. I was forced to close my eyes as I heard the wind whistle around me, loud sparks and crackles added to the confusion. The commotion soon stopped and as I looked at the creature, it almost looked like nothing had changed, it had only stood up straight. I would soon see the results of Stella's labor as the thing's top half fell off.


A Crystal Heart Of Secrets