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.
Eyes Of A Monster
Shifting my attention to the colonel, I would bare witness to a rather peculiar event. He was stood in the middle of a street, his enemies nowhere to be seen or heard. He did not seem to care for their whereabouts either. He simply began a stroll through the barren wasteland. As he did though, he would take off his helmet. Lifting it high above his head, it would appear he was basking in his own reflection. Confused, I watched on, the enemy had hidden themselves, and quite obviously, in the buildings. As they sprung to action, I would see why.
One of his assailants was only using one hand, and it would be for good reason. Lunging from a higher window, they would use their right and only functional hand to attack. From a completely bare hand, diamonds would fracture from their flesh into many spikes. The barrage resembled a tidal wave, huge and unforgiving, crushing everything in its way.