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.
My First Adventure
The time flew by quicker than I thought it would, and we were now on a plane. We were all packed up and shipped off in a industrial plane. With high sitting wings and an area large enough to be three of my apartments, we were sitting on wall mounted benches either side the plane, leant up against the solid grey walls.
In total, their were one hundred of us, all first years. It was the first time I had seen so many faces, or rather paid attention to them, though, even in my realization I still choose not to remember their faces. I looked up instead at the long light that stretched the entire bay, all the way down to the behemoth of a cargo door. The bay wasn't just large enough to hold three of my apartments in full, walls and all. It had the door large enough to receive it.