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'd find myself walking through the town once more, but surprisingly, I was met with stares of admiration and joy instead of skepticism. They looked genuinely happy to see me, and Stella more so. In fact, my legitimacy was probably influenced by her presence, and who could blame them. It didn't bother me though, in fact it made me happy. I no longer had to deal with their prejudice, and I didn't know how I'd do it either. It was a grim reminder though, as no matter where people existed, it seemed that the same problems persisted. I'd take my mind off such depressing thoughts though seeing as I was already on the quest of murder.


An Arm's Bearer