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.
The Smell Of Blood
The assailant seemed to be a simple human, as even though they brought down the full might of their swing in my face, I was still, very conscious. My head, bashed towards the ground, my vision would start to turn red. And as I lingered, I'd see drops of my blood in the mess I had created.
It was then, that all feeling of disgust, remorse, sadness and confusion left my mind. Even my blood seemed to have lost its crimson. It was as if my whole being had come to a single conclusion. Everything seemed to fade around me as time slowed. Looking up, I could only see one thing, a person, and think one thing... die.
Then spurred on by a cue of shattering in the uttermost parts of my being, the black swirling mass in my stomach would instantaneously explode. It didn't spread to all of me though, that was not my intention. But, like a river retaking its course in the wake of a drought, it rushed to my head and shoulders.