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.
Pleasure?
The decision to send us to the place had already been paying off, seeing as we had learnt just how unprepared we were for a real fight. The old man said it himself, we should have won, and that's exactly why we stayed.
He'd teach us, his ways, his knowledge, his skills, his art, and then, and only then, could we even think of our final obstacle. It was unsettling, the fact that if at any moment, the dryad misplaced his sanity, we'd be dead.
It was a heavy burden to carry, but we didn't have a choice, we didn't get that luxury. The only other options we had if we didn't want to fight, were, to run or detach ourselves from everyone and everything, and none of those options were appealing.
As the day closed, he'd give us new clothes, robes, white like his, underwear, extremely stretchy and durable, all of it was.