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 clothes I picked out for them were perfect, they were even better than I had imagined them to be. Though perhaps that was due to their beauty. I was no fool though, I knew all of my feelings weren't real, some of them were surely engineered by the dryad, by her ability to enchant. They all had it, and it was annoying, it had even gotten me in trouble once before. I looked at her, slightly annoyed, but I had to praise myself still, she wore a long-sleeved grey dress that suck to her upper body and frilled out at the bottom into pleats. As for Stella, I was sure the beauty I saw was real, but maybe she was a little bit too beautiful. She also wore a dress, but due to what I had seen her wear before, I didn't burden her with anything excessive. She wore a sundress, burgundy in color, it didn't hug her figure as I assumed it would make her uncomfortable. Though, as I looked at her adjusting the thing every so often, I couldn't say I was successful.


Master Craftsmen