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.
Heavy
We descended the building, breaking the deafening silence that had been created by the commotion. We got down to the first floor and I was a little nervous, the sword was a bit assuring but I would have preferred the use of my guns. They were just below my coat after all.
We approched the door and it opened on its own, the residents were somehow connected to the building, as I had to open it manually.
The moment the door fell in, they jumped back. They were being cautious, or so I thought.
"Ahhhhh, their he is, our king to be... hopefully." The clicks were now snaps and the grunts were akin to rolling thunder. Yet I understood.
"That skill of yours... weird." He said scanning the area. "Answer."
"Why... are you here?" As I opened my mouth to speak to it, my tongue clicked and I groaned.
It was natural, which made it all the more terrifying. What else had been attached to me without my knowledge, there was no way to tell.