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 we approached our destination, I started to piece together what was happening, and the tingling in my left hand was indication enough. The ground around where we were headed was prime with demonic energy filled with it, and it was stronger than Genesha's, so I thought. The unsettling darkness we were passing through would soon subside as we became solid once more under a bothersome red hue.  As for where we stood, it made my heart race with panic and a cold sweat wash over my worried figure. The floor sunk under our weight, flesh. The only thing I didn't do in those moments was soil myself and cry.


The Stella Body