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 First Step
I shuffled my way closer to the thing and touched it to see what I was dealing with. I tried to lift it up whilst still not cutting it off, I wanted to be careful. It was heavy, really heavy. There was no way I was going to be getting it down to the floor without something new, an idea, anything. I also knew that the distance I was, as close as I was, wouldn't do. I positioned myself directly in front of the thing.
I then flowed the purple mana to my hands and as I did they became clad in purple armor and bigger. I tried to lift it again, and that time it was easier, it was manageable. I then used the knife to cut the stem and as I did, the said weight, came down on me. It was one thing to be able to lift it, but it's weight hadn't changed. I could feel it shift into my body and on my legs. I almost slipped as my knees compressed out of nowhere.