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.
Deeper
Descending the staircase, I felt no dread, but that was because there was nothing I could see. I was confined and blocked by magnificent walls, but there was no darkness, not for me anyway. Using the observer, I could see faint signals down the long hall, but it seemed like it would be just as the space I had come from.
Leaving the hall I exited into a metro way, or so it looked. It was missing the rails, but there were trams though, as for their means of propulsion, I could make a guess. Looking around I could see small buildings, checkpoints and benches. They were all covered in a language I was familiar with, but couldn't understand. It was the same thing I had seen in the sword the executioner carried.