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.
Soldiers Of The Apocalypse
As the thing came crashing down, I remembered that I could port with the revival of my core, but it would be too late. I'd be split down the middle with the ground and my volatile cores would explode as a ravine opened up below me. The energy would surround me and focusing I was able to pull myself back together. The thing wasn't done though, it was reaching for me, for my cores. I had been put back together though, thus, the finger hit me like a falling meteor and sent me crashing into the bottom of the fleshy crevasse at supersonic speeds. Twisted and crushed at the bottom of the place, I began to focus on my cores, and they were different. The monster's was pumping out golden liquid alongside blood, and the panther's had more golden flames mixed in.