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.
A Demonic Escape
I had been lost in thought so long that by the time I removed myself from my unpleasant memories, we had already reached one of the islands. As wet set foot and hove on the lush, tropical, almost rainforest like retreat, he would let me down. Looking around, it was familiar, comfortable, it reminded me of where I was from, Jamaica, it was beautiful. I wasn't disillusioned though, we were many hundreds of feet above sea level, and looking at the waterfall that cascaded from the island above and crashed onto the island below, I was reminded that I was not on earth either.
"Is this it?"
"Ha..."