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.
Power In My Fingertips
She lifted her finger and in mid air she drew a sign, a white arrow pointing up, she lifted her hand higher and immediately a breeze rose in the entire room.
"This is an example of a projection, today you will be expected to make your first projection and subsequent contract." She reached into her desk and pulled out a clear orb. "Does anyone know what this is?" She looked around the room.
"A primary primordial summoning orb, its used to get in touch with one of the primordial spirits, that is its draw back though, it can't do compound contracts, as in, talk with multiple spirits at a time, it doesn't support multiple colors. " The blonde said braiding his hair.
"Yes Daniel, that is right, today all of you will be doing a contract with the wind spirit to recreate the projection I just did. Who'd like to go first?" She asked propping out a small stand for the orb.