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.
A Deadly Chase
He broke the silence, running towards me, he'd almost slide through the air and across the ground. He let his sword drag, digging up the ground behind him. With a step between us he swung his sword. Turning my own sword to the flat side once again, I would block. The force was too much though, and I'd be tossed over all the rubble and shards, even falling into the mix.
Knowing I had no time to spare, I tried to quickly standup, but my body wouldn't move. I was completely numb. Forcing myself up though, black blood would seep from my mouth and nose, I was seeing doubles. Slowly getting up he'd charge, and with no other option, I fell back into the dark.