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.
Left Behind
We had been going at it for a while, searching the wreckages but we had found no one. We didn't stop though as we wanted to be sure there was nobody stranded or left behind. It was relatively simple though as most of the buildings that were assaulted didn't collapse, it was only a few.
This allowed me to get a glimpse into the furniture and other oddities that were in these peculiar shelters. The first thing I had seen were doors, or rather, not seen. The doors were flush with the walls and would only become apparent upon approach. Though not all were functional and in place, obviously. The tables and chairs were a dark grey wood accented by dots of gold, this was the same for cupboards, nightstands and small chests. As for lights, I had hoped to see something interesting, but I was too late it seemed. On the ceilings were small golden pads that looked to correspond with half cast golden orbs scattered across the floors, the other halves being clear.