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.
Destructive Desire
As I sat indulging in the foods I had been given, the thing, that I no longer knew what it really was, came back. It would create a doorway from the walls of the large, isolated room and leave through it, a sign, directions perhaps. As such, as I finished my meal, despite being bothered that I couldn't clean up after myself. I left and followed in its footsteps. As I left the room, I was met with the staircase once more, then I realized I didn't quite know what direction to go in. A series of red flames would then spark overhead and burn in the direction I was supposed to go, up.