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.
Rearing His Ugly Head
The large cargo doors lowered allowing the light to seep in, light that we hadn't seen in almost elven hours. Needless to say our eyes had adjusted to the much dimmer inside of the plane. As the light engulfed us, we shunned, or at least I did. It was one thing to have yours eyes adjust to the dark, then readjust again rapidly, but for me it was far worse. I was basically blind, my eyes had adjusted, yes, but not the normal way. Usually, one would be able to see a little better, nothing much, but I could see everything as if it were day. So when the light flooded in, it was like a flash bang, I literally couldn't see. It was fine though, as I had on a mask, and I had foregone the lights touch with everyone else.