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.
Preparation
The preparations were underway as soon as training was over, and finally we could stop using the training weapons. I was finally given back my pistols, and though the weight felt off, I soon got used to them. The uniform I had, as good as it was, was no longer going to cut it. We would receive our own sets of armor. It was strange, we had been to the armory before, and there were obviously spare sets of normal armor. I didn't think about it too much though, the general was always an unpredictable person.