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 Never Really Ends
I had control once more, I had broken its grasp. I thought it would fall in line, but how stupid I was. Why would it, I was nothing but an opportunity, but I'd make it pay later.
"Ahhhhhh!" He screamed. "Soon boy!... I'll take it, this..." He was angering me even more, so I shut him up.
From the empty void of my mind I pulled chains, cold heavy masses, some too big to be called chains. I wrapped them around his true form, a red mass of many eyes. I shoved them down his throat, and tethered them with his stomach... I pulled him back into the dark. He had no room to complain, resist, suffer.
I fell to the floor, disorientated, it had me in its grasp before, holding me up to the neck, suffocating me. Having my body back was weird.
"This is... Psychí right...?" He said eyes unsure, glowing.
"Yeah... it's me..." I said catching my breath.
"Soooo... what... just happened, I'm just as confused as the other guy who got their shoulder blown out." He said suppressing a smile.