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.
Buried Catastrophe
It had come to the time, where the streets were no longer sparsely populated, and regardless of my reception, I'd have to be seen in public. It was anxiety inducing at first, seeing as I had never actually interacted with the people properly, but I was sure that was bound to change at some point in the future.
In the meantime though, I'd try my best not to make a scene. It would be easier said than done, seeing as everyone had their questions. Though it soon became apparent that the aura Stella gave off, whether she was on good terms with them or not, kept them away.
As to if it was magical or not, I did not know, I also didn't care, it was not important. It was still not the time for us to return to the townhall, so wherever Stella was going would be new to me, at least, I hoped so.