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.
A Steep Decline
I'd hear the thing, even as sly as it was. It had been following me, and I knew that, so I lead it to a clearing. I wasn't interested in spending any more time in the mud and dirt after all. I'd look into the shadows of the swaying green giants, and as I expected, a pair of large blue marbles stared back.
I had been told of its size, but I had been deluded by its abilities and light steps. I looked up at it, not double, not triple, but quadruple my height. In that moment, I should have felt fear because of all I knew about it, and the weapon I had been given to deal with it, but all I felt was pity.
It must of hurt, to be twisted and contorted, to be turned into a monster at another's whim. There was something familiar about that. So, from one monster to another, I'd catch it and try to 'save' it.