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 Test
Master Wodin had long walked off on his own, thus, all we could do was follow, and we did. Approaching the mouth of the bridge and taking a closer look, it was weathered, a thick layer of vines, moss and leaves shielding a pitch-black jagged layer of stone.
As we began to cross, something about the bride felt familiar, and not in a good way, mifarite, again, but it was supposed to be rare, hard to manipulate. I'd stop in my tracks, and take a good look around as the clouds rolled over, leaving the place bare, everything visible.
It was then that the figures that had been consumed by the mist came into view and in all their glory. All the murals that rested below the floor were only previews, as their true glory stood on each of the six outer islands.