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.
Squads
As we watched the others fail, we waited. As the last person fell, the doors opened, it was only a minute or so from the hour, or so we thought, I didn't take the time to check. Standing in the light that would have been bright had we not been exposed to a beaming void. He stood there, ready to receive us.
"I see... the perfect amount. Up and ready pebbles, lets go." He turned to walk away.
Not everybody was ready to leave though, as some were concerned as to what had happened to the other seventy-five people of the year group.
"Umm... sir, what happened to the others?"
He looked around, confused, angry. "Why don't you go and find out?" He walked away.
"But sir!"
His head spun and his eyes were different, animalistic. Before his head turned all the way he closed his eyes.
"If you speak again... you'll find out what happened to them." He continued his stride.