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.
Falling Infinite Beauty
The thing was placed in a hole that led to the abyss, water gushing from every edge. As for how it was held in place. There were four giant, somehow gem looking cables that rivaled the trees in size that held the structure to the center of the hole. It was called a ruin, but there was barely any damage to the structure. The cables went in and landed on a giant grey, black stained diamond structure. There were two pyramids, one was pointed into the void and the other pointed into the fiery skies. A space was left between them, from where I stood, I could not discern it. The place was a small city in size, eight square miles at least at its widest.