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.
The Cost of Survival
After witnessing Psychí's, the general's and the colonel's wounds, I thought I had been scarred enough, I was wrong. The remains of the stacks were still left to be collected, and I would be helping. I was in for a treat, they had been hit with tactical volatile crystals, simply put, I would literally be picking up their pieces. Then, if any soul was unfortunate enough to live, I had to help them, somehow. The hell I would step into would make me reevaluate my life choices. Sure, the path to a large portion of the population's heart was fighting for the country, but I wouldn't claim a crown dead.
Neglecting my thoughts, I would be sent out into the ruin with corpse isolation units, a stasis chamber and medical equipment, all neatly packed in a bag. Leaving the ship, I had a good idea of where I was going and putting my helmet back on, I would see exactly where.