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.
The formalities were over, and we were on our way. Putting on my helmet, it opened at the neck making the space I needed to insert my head. The moment it was on, it drew shut, it didn't choke or make me uncomfortable either. It was basically identical to my armor, a bed of sheep, and weighted like a slightly heavy piece of clothing, a hat to be specific.