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.
Evacuation
I had enough time to take in everything, just not to think about it. This would not be helped by our quick exit of the ship and even quicker orders. Joining the ranks of those that were in front of us, a golden ouroboros appeared on our right shoulders. This made us all the more unique among the hundred that we had joined. I didn't stop to ponder though, as immediately the colonel would issue our orders.
"Stacks one to four will advance east towards the enemies front line moving to the far right of the settlement, taking up a position roughly two hundred to two hundred and fifty meters away. This will be mimicked by stacks five to eight on the far left. As for stacks nine and ten, they will advance through the center of the city with one hundred meters of separation between them. Move!"