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.
Porting
I had been given no further warning after her initial words, she just stood there, menacingly. I ensured to remember where she was so that I wouldn't fall to my death a second time. As I took deep breaths preparing myself for the fall. The fall begun, the pillar shifted from beneath me faster than I could react, I had begun my fall. I tried my best not to panic even as my heartrate increased and my body began to shake.
I then remembered what it had done. I pictured the place where the general stood and then I pictured the roots, the dead grey roots. I also imagined the infinite darkness surrounding them, the darkness that could be stood on, the darkness that drowned, the stench that made my stomach turn. I also didn't neglect to remember the embrace of the darkness, its cold and unyielding grasp, its euphoria. As I continued to imagine, the pillars had begun to push the waters to the side making a solid burial ground.