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.
Crumbling Stability
She'd look at me with her usual nervousness, but as I focused on her, I realized that Keroline wasn't actually nervous, it was a condition. In fact, she had become deathly calm, I hoped she'd pass up on her questions, but she didn't. In fact, she'd stand to address me.
"If I may... one of, or rather, two of our 'visitors' have gotten a good look at you, and what they have to say is... interesting... I will give you the option to not answer, but, can I ask what I want to anyway...?" She'd look me straight in the eyes, and as nervous as she seemed, she never broke eye contact.
As I considered, if I should have allowed her the question or not, I'd feel someone take hold of my wrist, Stella. As I looked at her, I could see the uncertainty in her eyes, a warning.