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. Then to top it all off, solidifying that he has truly jumped out of the frying pan and into the furnace, Ragnarök is fast approaching, and there's no certainty that he'll survive, that anyone will survive.
The Farm
I had gotten my instructions but I found them hard to execute even in the slightest. The towers looked no more than a few feet tall from the bride, but up close and personal they were two stories tall at least. Though they were sturdy, they were hollow and filled with large uniformed holes, I didn't have any faith in them. I knew there was no escaping so unless I could figure something out, there was no telling what she'd do to me.
I walked up close to the tower and touched it, I even pushed it a little. It was good enough for me to climb on, I still sought options though, I wasn't comfortable with the height. I could see why she wanted me to go all the way up, the crops looked bigger, better. That wasn't enough to convince me though as I wouldn't mind eating what had grown to the bottom. It looked just as good or even better in my eyes.