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.
A Room of Knowledge
The things, surprisingly, had agreed to spar with me, and since we had developed some sort of agreement, they weren't hostile either. It was a universally good experience, or at least, it was supposed to be.
I had decided to use the 'Tesseract', the infinite blank room that I had fought the old man in before, and calibrating it to my desires, it gave me an odd sense of power. I'd snap my fingers, the wall raising up and sealing us inside the place.
I wasted no time taking the stance I was taught, but they weren't quite engaged. They'd all collapse, resting, perhaps they weren't ready after all. I'd do the same, seeing as we were not in any rush. The silence was quite pronounced for a while before one of the creatures broke it.
"Do you not plan to rid yourself of our blood…?" It was disgusted confusion, one that made sense.