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.
Missing Pieces
I'd stand there for a few moments, recalling all that had happened, a ruin, a demon, hell. It didn't seem real, any of it, and it was already hard to believe I was no longer on earth. My disbelief would soon turn into anger as I lost all ways to cope. My core would respond to my emotions, the golden flames burning higher. I knew they meant nothing though and I didn't want to hurt the two that seemed so jolly, so I restrained myself. I'd then proceed to turn my anger into curiosity, it had been two years, a lot must have happened. The thought of all I had missed would spur on my curiosity and my journey back to the village. It wouldn't be as simple as I wanted it to be though, I had a four eyed Ikvish girl and a dryad with me. I had no doubt that they would have had questions, questions I was not sure I could answer.