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.
Deeper
Descending the staircase, I felt no dread, but that was because there was nothing I could see. I was confined and blocked by magnificent walls but there was no darkness, not for me anyway. Using the observer, I could see faint signals down the long hall, but it seemed like it would be just as the space I had come from. Leaving the hall I exited into a metro way, or so it looked. It was missing the rails, but there were trams though, as for their means of propulsion, I could make a guess. Looking around I could see small buildings, checkpoints and benches. They were all covered in a language I was familiar with but couldn't understand. It was the same thing I had seen in the sword the executioner carried.