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.
Life's Currency
As the crimson rain settled within my mouth, I not only found it beautiful, but I also found it delicious, enlightening even. My body seemed to agree as my canines elongated, they served no particular purpose, but I could put two and two together.
That was not the only change I noticed; I could feel something move within my body as if growing around my internal contours. It was heading for my mouth, and upon arrival I could feel a rejuvenating shock pass through my body, and a hunger persist. My vision clearing up I could see that the dryad was holding a deer like animal above me, its throat slit. Looking at it though, the presence within me began to grow up to my eyes.