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 would be given back control of my body, and as painful as the heat was, I jumped for the blade. I had no idea what it would do, but there must have been some reason, some logic. I'd grab it with my left hand, and as I did, I felt flames surge through my body as it melded with me. I'd almost go numb form the pain, I couldn't even comprehend it. I'd become limp and fall to the ground, and I would be just in time to watch the mass surpass the wall like a tidal wave. The creature in my view, my hate for it had finally been completed, there was no more reason to trust or believe it, it was the devil himself.


Among The Dead and Vengeful