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 New Body
Once more the mana spilled, filling every nook and cranny of my body. My muscles grew and my skin blackened as plates sprouted. It folded atop itself covering me like mail. It outlined my body as if it rested atop it, my stomach outlined, though there was no six pack, space had taken a toll on me. It covered me completely and as I moved it slid below itself to allow movement.
It felt like me but inside was empty, it was not the usual emotional emptiness, it was physical. I didn't thirst or hunger. I looked at my toes and they became paw like, long sharp purple nails coming out at each plate covered toe. Not even my palms were spared, they too were covered.
The purple crept down my hair and it became rigid, rope like. My face was the only saving grace, it was not plated, but as I ran my claws across it I was not cut. It was rough and grainy, tough. I stood up as I felt myself being pushed from the wall, I could feel a strange sensation in my back, a tingle.