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.
Away From War
I was ready to leave the moment we had gotten to the base, and it had gotten even worse with Daniel's pathetic display. I was not in luck though; my discharge would not come until the next day. As such, I would have to share the space with the others. They never came for me personally, they were not that stupid, but I still heard them. Comment after comment, remark after remark. I felt like a feline in water. I could navigate the waves, but I wanted out.
I found no rest no matter where I went. Not the sands, not the cafeteria, not atop the pillars, not outside, it was if they were following me. So, defeated, I chose not to leave my room. Time did not seem to move as I laid on the bed, waiting for familiar faces to arrive and take me away. I was uneasy the whole time, but all I could do was wait. The fact that I was alone only added to the dumpster fire I had found myself in.