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.
Normal
My alarm echoed as the sun shone through the large glass windows into my half closed eyes, something I had missed among gothic hallways and imitated windows. I rolled off the white sheets and sat on the beds edge. I had school in a few hours, but before that, I'd do what I'd decided to do. I drew on some sports gear and brushed my teeth only eating the equivalent of a banana.
Attaching a bottle of water to my waist I was ready, the only thing left was my "keys" which I slipped into my pocket. Opening the doors, I didn't look back, I just closed it behind me and went on my way. I began at my house and from there I didn't slow down, not even a break. I was basically sprinting, yet I wasn't even tiered, my body... felt different.
I continued my strides passing the university on my way, I didn't look over there, I had no reason to, I'd be there soon enough. I'd have to go through enough on the clock, I wouldn't expose myself to that in my free time.