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.
Living Walls and Breathing Halls
Walking through the place, I had my head on a swivel and my legs primed with springs. I wouldn't be caught off guard, and I wouldn't be hurt, I wouldn't allow it. The pain of being hurt didn't match the process of being healed, not in the situation I was in anyway.
So, as I walked the hall, I kept my ears perked waiting for directions, and also for signs of life. Whether the life I would find would be artificial or organic would be a debate all on its bloody and gruesome own. It was closer than I realized, and I was heading right for it, though in a twisted way, I'm glad I found it.