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, fueling the coming of Ragnarök.
A Request From A god
"I cannot answer that... rules are rules...?" I couldn't accept that answer.
"Rules are rules! You don't get to say that... you almost killed me calling Fate's true name! Now! Now! you have reservation! Miss me with the bullshit!" I needed to unravel the mystery of my true self.
"Calm down-" That was the last thing I wanted to hear.
"And why would I do that...?" The panther's core began to respond to my anger.
"Because if you don't... in here... I may... unintentionally, return to my body..." He felt no emotion.
I was forced to comply with his request, because as angry as I was, I was not deluded.
"I need... answers. The whole time I've been here it's been nothing but pain... all I'm asking is that you answer my question... how did I become a 'king'? That's the least you can do after all you've done to me... after all you've put me through to make me a... weapon... just tell me... please...?" He hesitated still, sad.