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 Dreadful Reunion
The word, while it did satisfy the parameters of the bargain, was not sufficient, it had probably done it on purpose. I had expected no better, but it losing the chains changed nothing, there was still nothing it could do to oppose me, I had gotten even stronger in regards to my mind, it was powerless. As such, I'd go again, I'd give the deplorable thing another of its requests, and in doing so, I'd make the parameters even more restrictive as to prevent a repeat of what the thing had done to me. It seemed simple enough, so I'd execute it as the chains that connected us broke away.
"We change the bargain-" It was eager that time, it must have realized it actually had leverage.
"I want a name. Gore. It's fitting don't you think?" It'd smile, though it felt no emotion, the scales tipping in my favor.
"I honestly don't care what it is or how well it 'fits'. As for my request-" It realized it had leverage.