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.
Living Walls and Breathing Halls
Walking through the place, I had my head on a swivel and my legs primed with springs. I wouldn't be caught off guard, and I wouldn't be hurt, I wouldn't allow it. The pain of being hurt didn't match the process of being healed, not in the situation I was in anyway. So, as I walked the hall, I kept my ears perked waiting for directions, and also for signs of life. Whether the life I would find would be artificial or organic would be a debate all on its bloody and gruesome own. It was closer than I realized, and I was heading right for it, though in a twisted way, I'm glad I found it.