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.
The Cost of Survival
After witnessing Psychí's, the general's and the colonel's wounds, I thought I had been scarred enough, I was wrong. The remains of the stacks were still left to be collected, and I would be helping. I was in for a treat, they had been hit with tactical volatile crystals(T.V.C's), simply put, I would literally be picking up their pieces. Then, if any soul was unfortunate enough to live, I had to help them, somehow. The hell I would step into would make me reevaluate my life choices. Sure, the path to a large portion of the population's heart was fighting for the country, but I wouldn't claim a crown dead.