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.
Fragile Enough To Be Human
I'd feel the power resonating inside of me, and as it had not been conditioned to reside within me, it would begin to act up. It would flare like the sun's corona, burning away my mana and smalls bits of my flesh in the process. My being would retaliate though as my vines would begin to stretch my entire body and the flames would begin to rage. I'd be covered in the purple flame, cradled by it. As for what it was doing, it was carrying out a task I had never seen it do. It was burning through the intrusive mana, literally sterilizing it. The color would change from a shifting, almost burning orange to a cool russet brown. In only a matter of moments, the situation was under control, but I was not short on anger still. The thing was everywhere I went, and it would stay that way as I had, to some extent, become like it. As such, I'd never truly be able to escape its influence, in fact, it would define the rest of my life.