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.
Experience And Arrogance
The journey was a long one, but we would soon arrive back at the base. The units would disperse as the ship landed, removing their equipment. As for the wounded, dead and isolated, they would float their way back into the facility. All the while I would ensure to keep my head down. Navigating my way back to my storage unit, I could feel their gazes. I was not the only one picking up on the atmosphere. Jane, as sad as she was, knew to keep her head down, and so did the obnoxious prince.
As I removed my helmet, I could feel their eyes caress me, they would know exactly who the coward was. Then, to make it worse, they would see that it was the most popular candidate for the female crown. All the waters of efforia's oceans could not wash away the shame I felt in that moment. Slowly disarming myself of all the things I didn't use, I would hear voices.
"Wooow... why am I not surprised..." He chuckled.