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

She seemed just as surprised as we were that time when her mouth pulled shut. She seemed more confused than anything else really, but by the time it returned to normal, she had accepted it. She wasn't bothered in the slightest that her speech was being impeded. She was just like us; we had gotten used to it as well as the years went on. In fact, we never said anything that would trigger our curses. As ours weren't as posh as hers was, it hurt, a lot when it activated to ensure our silence. The thing I couldn't understand was why she'd call it a seal of 'allegiance', something so brutish and unbecoming. It was not a good experience, well, that was for us at least, she wasn't in any pain as far as I could see. In fact, it looked quite pleasant, it was just a gentle reminder to stop talking. As for us, it was a hand strangling us to ensure we said noting, polar opposite experiences.


"Stella...?" He was bothered by her indifference, as was I.


A Cute Monster