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.
Soldiers Of The Apocalypse
As the thing came crashing down, I remembered that I could port with the revival of my core, but it would be too late. I'd be split down the middle with the ground and my volatile cores would explode as a ravine opened up below me. The energy would surround me and focusing I was able to pull myself back together.
The thing wasn't done though, it was reaching for me, for my cores. I had been put back together though, thus, the finger hit me like a falling meteor and sent me crashing into the bottom of the fleshy crevasse at supersonic speeds. Twisted and crushed at the bottom of the place, I began to focus on my cores, and they were different. The monster's was pumping out golden liquid alongside blood, and the panther's had more golden flames mixed in.