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.
It wasn't a bad idea, in fact, I looked forward to it, an adventure, an expedition. One of the last ruins had been discovered and we would be the agency to uncover all its secrets. Not only that, but there was also the possibility that we'd find treasure and more information on the Usnyans of old. The ones that had inhabited the continent before us. I was actually excited, it was not only a massive undertaking, but it was also a hopeful escape.
We wouldn't wait long to begin the mission either, it had already been planned, I was basically just a plus one. A plus one that owned the agency and all the people in it, but a plus one none the less. It would begin the next day in fact. I thought it convenient until I learned I was in a comatose state for two weeks, and the endeavor had been postponed just for me. I felt a little special, there were finally people who cared for me. Though, the fact that they were obligated to did leave a bitter taste in my mouth.