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, fueling the coming of Ragnarök.
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.