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.
They Bleed, They Die
It was disorientating and stomach churning, seeing my hand away from my body. It soon fell a distance away, returning to normal. As for the stub, black blood gushed out and even fell on my face. Refusing to die though, I filled my hand with purple mana and a tail shot from the limb. Muscular and shattering the entire armor on my right hand, I had a new weapon. Using the thing, I whipped away the creatures in one fell swoop, they weren't dead though, far from it, but they would be. Standing up, I forced myself to pick up the hand and put it in my jacket pocket, it was the best I could do.