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.
Tumbling Understanding
It was not yet the time for our meeting, yet that was where Stella led us. We would sit in the large hall in silence, I sat bored, she sat still, confused. I would dare to ask her about the situation again, but I knew she was going to give me the same cold shoulder. As such, I was forced to sit there, watching her dart her focus all around the room. I was not quite as worried as I should have been, apperantly, so I'd find out why. She was directly beside me, thus she was in arm's reach, that's all I needed, so I thought. So, as she continued to peak my interest, I'd break the cross of my arms and begin a reach for. I had penetrated her mind once before and I'd do it again. That was my intention anyway, though, as when I reached for her, she'd regain her composure and shoot me a curious gaze from the corner of her eyes. I wouldn't stop though, it was only a memory, how bad could it be.