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.
The Floor Is Lava
As we all patiently awaited her screams from above to pierce the earsplitting silence, they never came. This made sense though as we were one floor down, but still. There was nothing to confirm that she was alive, and no real reason to cross the floor, all we had been told, seemed void. We had a time limit, but no one seemed to care, they didn't want to cross. Yet still, they were nervous, they didn't want to fail such a simple test. Their prides were on the line.
"You said you were paying attention right... to where he walked?" He stooped, admiring the floor.
"Yes?"
"Well, I don't think we'll need that information... look." He said waving me to his side.
I walked closer, stooping to his level, as I looked at the floors I could almost see something, but it wasn't clear. As I continued to focus, I could see clearer by the second. Paying attention to my body, I could feel it, the blood red mana pooling in my eyes.
"Do you see it?" He asked caressing the floor.