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.
Missing Pieces
I'd stand there for a few moments, recalling all that had happened, a ruin, a demon, hell. It didn't seem real, any of it, and it was already hard to believe I was no longer on earth. My disbelief would soon turn into anger as I lost all ways to cope. My core would respond to my emotions, the golden flames burning higher.
I knew they meant nothing though and I didn't want to hurt the two that seemed so jolly, so I restrained myself. I'd then proceed to turn my anger into curiosity, it had been two years, a lot must have happened. The thought of all I had missed would spur on my curiosity, and my journey back to the village. It wouldn't be as simple as I wanted it to be though, I had a four eyed Ikvish girl and a dryad with me. I had no doubt that they would have had questions, questions I was not sure I could answer.