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.
Crafting Specialist
Arriving on the first floor, I would go lower, the negative floors, the first to be specific. To go lower though, I needed to use the other elevator, the one that was too big to be for people. Entering the elevator, it was just like the other, just larger. It was a long descent though, about ten seconds. It made me curious, but I would be satiated. The doors slid open revealing a warehouse that almost rivaled the foundation's. It was way smaller with much less weaponry and machines, but it looked more organized and advanced. It was also populated.
Walking into the room, I was instantly noticed by four people, faces obscured by wrapping cloth and glasses. They all dropped what they were doing and turned to the center of the room, their hands behind their backs and faces pointed straight forward. I had half expected it referencing past events. It was awkward for me, but I was getting used to it.
"As you were, don't mind me." I continued my stride looking around.