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.
The time quickly pasted as we sat there in silence, waiting for a signal from Rico. Then, as if on que, when we were at the peak of our anxiety, he spoke.
"We're here!" His voice rung with excitement.
"Finally..." Cassidy was more relieved than excited. "I can't wait to get off this metal coffin..." She was also annoyed.
The plane began to land, and despite the virtually turbulence free journey. The whole place shook. It was so violent, that we had to all hold on to our seats as the craft violently rocked form side to side. It stopped as soon as it begun though and soon the ramp began to lower. It wouldn't be a smooth process either. The sounds of snapping branches and shattering wood could be heard as the unstoppable thing lowered.