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.
Sentinels
They were at most two minutes away the way they were moving, and I wanted nothing to do with them, I'd run, a lesson I had learnt no too long before. I quickly focused, allowing the void to consume me, or, at least it should have. All that manifested was a faint black fog that began to eat away at my armor, it wasn't working.
"Jack! The hell's going on!?" The uneasiness began to rise in my gut.
"The moment the door closed, the place started to release some... kind of mana, you're not gonna be able to port. You have to fight..." I wasn't the only one unsure of the outcome.