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.
It Begins
As the darkness got closer, the pain intensified, so much so that I almost lost consciousness. The moment it reached me though, I absorbed it into my forehead. I felt as if I was being branded by a hot iron. The pain didn't last long though, and as soon as it began to settle, I stumbled over to my clothes near the bed. Searching my pockets, I found my phone. Opening the camera, I could see a black symbol that was basically a carbon copy of the pendant on my forehead. It soon faded away into my skin though, the pain leaving as well.
Looking back at the pendant, I didn't want to get back near it. Though as I focused on it, I felt a connection between us, like it was calling me, as if a string connected us, infinite and indestructible. The thing soon began to vibrate as if being shook, and then on its own. It flew over towards me. I had no choice but to catch it to avoid a blow to the face. Looking at it, it had adopted my skin tone. Looking for any other changes the eye opened.