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 God Of The Forest
I was at a loss for words, its voice was jarring enough, but it wasn't just intelligent, it was conscious, alive. I found it hard to respond, not only because of the surprise, but also because of what it had called me and in what language. The thing spoke English, the disembodied voices were speaking my native language from another world. I wanted to respond to the thing, to converse, but the words fell flat on my tongue. I had a brutal flash at the past and the depressing reality of being unable to leave the world I was in.