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 Plan Doesn't Change
I was sure that I had caused damage, but apparently, I was just ignorant. The pieces of the degenerator drew across the floor, and upon reaching their destinations they began to float. They were slotting themselves back in place, and as the glass cube reformed, the cracks would mend with a yellow glow, as if melting. I would have been surprised but I was still numb from the previous experience. Sitting there, all I could was watch the spectacle unfold, uninterestingly.
Observing the machine though, I was soon approached with more news, bad news. It was Rico that time, distraught and disappointed. He was missing the upper half of his armor; I wanted it back on. I could see all the signs; I would not accept it.
"Sir..." His voice rumbled as if it was stuck, or so it seemed. "We've decided to-"
"No, no you haven't, I'm seeing that ruin. As a matter of fact, that's an order, get everything in place for our departure, no excuses." I flexed my authority.
"Yes Sir!" His face lit up.