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.
Floating Construct Of Beauty
The floor pulsated below me as if it was alive. It was unsettling, but looking at it, I was unable to avert my gaze. The black that stained the white of the gemmed floors shifted rapidly every few moments like a heartbeat. I soon got on my feet and looked around admiring the view, or I thought I would. It was desolation, absolute ruin. I had finally found the meaning of the place's name, and it was undisputable.
The space between the two pyramids was just as I had thought, one way, and unpredictable the next. It was the size of a city, stretching out into the distance, the other edge being barely visible, and everything in between tumbled, broken, shattered or in need of repair. The technology was particularly interesting, I had expected something similar to what I had been exposed to, but my expectations were insufficient. The way they had done things was completely different, almost unrecognizable. A word did come to mind though, steampunk.