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.
Mount Nosferatu
It seemed I wouldn't get a break, as it was one thing after another, and before I knew it, we were up in the mountains, and for my sake no less. I had been using my peculiar eyes to see what was happening outside, and we were high, really high. The 'mountain' we were heading towards, was also quite otherworldly.
The shape was off, in many ways, as it looked like a statue more than anything else, no, it was a statue, one that rivaled great sculptures like The Thinker and Pietà it was so well done. It had the torso of man, or at least it looked humanoid, then its lower half, instead of splitting off into two feet, turned into tails.
Those tails made up the mountain range around it, as they slithered about. It was scaly too, its four massive arms and tails covered in them. As for the rest of it, it had many wings, though I did not take the time to count, as for its head, it did not have one.