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.
Long Awaited Safety
As the village drew closer, I would become wearier. It was as if my body realized that it could finally rest, that it could finally relax. I would fight it though, but just until I had done enough, then I'd sleep, I'd have a well-deserved rest.
In the meantime, I had to deal with the situation I was thrust into, and thus, I had to deal with the people as well. As we approached the village, they'd swarm, my subjects. I doubted that they knew it was me though, and that was for the best.
I didn't want them to see me in such a condition, such a deplorable state, I wore my struggles on my sleeve, metaphorically speaking of course, as I didn't have any. In fact, most the garments I had left were burnt to a crisp and stained with blood, who's blood, I was unsure.