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.
I Want To Kill You, Thanks
My blood seemed to have been energized as it poured from my shoulder like a waterfall. As for the healing I had hoped to kick in, it was blocked by some force, my mana refused to reach my shoulder. Falling to my knees lightheaded, I would look up at the thing and thank it. I could barely believe it, and I was the victim.
"You talked a good game... and sold a story just as good... to think I was eventually going to trust you..." It was pathetic.
"Trust... such a feeble and inadequate concept, you need power, unbiased and indiscriminate power, that which embodies death... as you'll have to kill him."
"I..." My head would begin to spin under its own weight, my vision would follow. "Wish I could have lived long enough... to kill you..." The world fell to darkness as I tumbled forward.