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.
Crumbling Stability
She'd look at me with her usual nervousness, but as I focused on her, I realized that Keroline wasn't actually nervous, it was a condition. In fact, she had become deathly calm, I hoped she'd pass up on her questions, but she didn't. In fact, she'd stand to address me.
"If I may... one of, or rather, two of our 'visitors' have gotten a good look at you, and what they have to say is... interesting... I will give you the option to not answer, but, can I ask what I want to anyway...?" She'd look me straight in the eyes, and as nervous as she seemed, she never broke eye contact.
As I considered if I should have allowed her the question or not, I'd feel someone take hold of wrist, Stella. As I looked at her, I could see the uncertainty in her eyes, a warning.