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.
An Immoveable Force
As my eyes adjusted to the angle and light, he'd become visible, with a smile that chilled even me to my core. He did resemble, no, he looked exactly like a dog that had chosen to show all its teeth, to grin. The fact that he also had sharp interlocked teeth with oversized canines did not help.
As he slowly descended my body would be held still, I could feel the weight of the world, not only on my shoulders, but my entire body. I would get a better look though, his eyes glowed, a dark green. As for the rest of his features, he had long black curly hair that seemed to shine as it rested on his armor. As for his complexion, he was light skinned, but just a bit darker than I was.