Syal

More and more obscure times fall on a place known as district 42. Poverty can be seen everywhere you go. Misery resides in the lives of every citizen. A thin line is about to be crossed. The final battle will soon begin. On the one hand, those who value tradition, order; On the other, those who cry out for freedom. Everyone knows, although no one claims ... but the district flag will soon burn. However, in an event perhaps headed by fate, a soldier wakes up. A man transported from another world, plunging into all the Chaos spread over that place. Perhaps, the only man capable of extinguishing the flames of that cruel war.

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District 42

As Alfar said so, both Anton and Olaf seemed to have their morale lifted up. Particularly Anton… The middle-aged man for a brief moment looked like he was the gladdest one among the three. 


The Dark elf couldn't afford that his unique chance to unite everyone there and give the freedom they deserved slipped from his hands. He needed to do what he could, not just wait that Casper would solve everything. 


Until now, they were depending on Casper's judgments and actions to keep moving forward, and it was not the right thing to do. They must learn how to move alone even with their limitations. 


"We will meet at the canteen, in the lunchtime that's about to come. When there, we will discuss better what will be the plan, exactly." 


"But, what about the guards. They already know that you, Anton, and Casper are involved in the last conflict between the factions. They surely will keep an eye on you two, particularly." Olaf pointed. 


Planning the Rescue