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.
Twin Born
I sat there, watching my obligation to accountability, rebuilding itself. I should have known though, the place was built to be damaged, so there was no need to feel bad, and so I didn't. It was still strange though, even as they went around ensuring everyone's safety, they were happy. As for me, I had no idea what to feel, that was only the main 'body' though, as inside my head a court proceeding was taking place.
"We cut off the arm… and it'll all go away…? Huh…? Huh!?" He walked around arms spread wide like a priest, yet he was a snake oil salesman. Fitting, as a sea of voices left him.
"That won't work… remember that we destroyed that hand just earlier today… as long as the main area of the link isn't attacked, it won't do anything… It'll even let the hand be destroyed as long as its bone fragment remains intact… so no… that won't work…" My voice, just my voice.