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.
Shifting Tides
As we got to the ship, I would see the units of bodies packed into the cargo hold. The executioner was among them. He was no longer a skinless body; he was just a deathly pale naked person inside a box. His white hair had grown back, and his four eyes were open, he was really Ikvish. He did not look frightened though; he was just observing. It made me uneasy, but I knew that there was no way for him to get out. It did not matter how good his healing factor was, or how strong his magic was, he was stuck.
Ignoring the confusion around me, I went back to sit beside Jane. She was empty, her bottomless eyes had finally found their footing. Peering out into nothing, her head was turned up to the ceiling. I would ignore her, there was nothing more to gain from paying her attention. I was however, interested in Sculpty, apart from Psychí, he was the one that had been hurt the most. His internal organs had been damaged due to the hit he had sustained, at the size he had gotten it.