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

It continued to happen as I crossed the treacherous terrain, well, many things happened. Time had melted down into an incestuous affair that had no proper form, and the things I had seen in the distance were coming closer. I could see the creatures that roamed that landscape, and they weren't pretty. They were not the only interesting things though, one of their dead brethren took the cake for that. The thing had also been killed and been forced into the role of a mountain, and what had killed it was quite interesting. A white arrow the size of the Burj Khalifa was lodged into its chest and propped up into the air. Standing at the base of the giant, and its killer, I looked back at the roaming monsters in the distance.


Corrupted Monoliths