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.
Time Doesn't Stop
Laying on the bed, I was unable to move without shooting pains in my body, my arms were anchors and my legs were dumbbells. I was admiring my body that seemed completely fine then I was... gone.
I woke up once more my vision spinning and Ms. Linn was standing over me, hand slung across her stomach and the other on top of it, her palm was on her cheek.
"Feel better...?" She talked to me, slow and patronizing.
"I guess?" As I spoke, I came to a realization.
I was fine, no pain, no nausea, I was completely fine.
"Since you're ok, follow me." She stepped out the room but didn't seem to go far.
As I slowly turned on the bed, leaving my legs hanging. I realized I was butt naked. Everything was just out, exposed.