EFFORIA WORLD AT WAR
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.
A Gentle Giant
I'd be lost in the lake's flow as the water crashed back down, being pushed along by the tide, and I didn't care, I didn't. I would feel a peculiar presence descend the depths, and it was coming straight for me. It wasn't hostile though, in fact, it was happy, ecstatic. It wasn't humanoid, and I realized that immediately as it touched me. As for what it used to do so, I had no idea if they were tentacles or hands. The only thing I knew was that they wrapped around me, dragged me alongside it. It was massive, well, it wasn't as big as the monoliths, but it was large enough to create currents around its body as it swam. It was a good swimmer as well, as fighting the unnatural currents I had created, it still managed to surface in only a matter of seconds.