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.
We Monsters
It finally understood the situation it was in, the predicament it had placed it and all its kind in. They'd arrive one after the other, appearing from within and behind the foliage destroying it, in a bid of trying to destroy me.
It wouldn't be that simple for them though, because as they appeared, I'd cut them down like the nuisances they were.
I'd continue using the sword, and as I called forth the serpent, time after time, I'd dismember them. They were huge, much taller than I was, thus, it was simple to gain access to their legs, and I took it.
I separated them form their organic podiums, casting them to the ground. Then, as they lay in the mud, I'd cut them up, two pieces, three, even ten. It was interesting still, they'd all grow back from two places interchangeably, their hearts and brains.