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.
Abstract Knowledge
I had questions, but I buried myself in thought before I decided to ask them, perhaps there was something I could figure out on my own. In truth, I was waiting for Jack to tell me something, but he never did, he knew what was happening, and of course he did, but he was still preoccupied with the decryption and translation of all the information we had gotten. As such, I let go of any attempt to understand what was happening, and just asked.
"Where do I even start…?" A practical demonstration was effective, at showing, usually.
"We'll get there… but I must warn you, it won't be as easy, 'for you', as you might think… I expected you to ask me more about how the techniques work… but I suppose not…?" He tilted his head, waiting for my response.
"Its… obvious… you project your soul so you can interact with mine… right?" It was simple, and laughably so.