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.
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I had just cut its head off, the ground shattering below my blade, but in only seconds, I was hit to the side. The last thing I saw was my blood shooting up the tree.
I tried to focus but it didn't work, nothing I did worked. I was stuck, being hit, clawed, punched, kicked, mocked, It didn't end.
It happened, over and over and nothing changed. I got hit... I hit a tree, my blood splashed... I got hit in the face, my mask broke. I tried to attack my chest got clawed out, it didn't end.
At one point, I was about to attack... for the 498th time... for that specific attack. Then I thought I could focus, I thought I was out, but it didn't work.
I don't even know what happened... for a second I was out, but... I wasn't, actually out. I was stuck, in the back, in the dark. I couldn't move, speak, turn my head I was focused on the outside. It was like I was stuck in my own mind, and... from what I could see, I was moving, fast.