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

A different kind of tension raised in the air. The Ridire's legs were trembling slightly. Nobody knew exactly what was going on, but they had an idea at the moment they saw Alfar beside Olaf with his eyes closed while running.  


A chill went down their spines and made them shiver. Their minds said loud and clear "Get out!". But they were warriors, they couldn't run away. They needed to stand in their feet until the enemy fell, or they fell first.  


The pressure kept increasing, getting to the point where they couldn't breathe properly. Even Olaf was starting to panic, not knowing what was happening to Alfar.  


However, it all ended when a loud thud could be heard echoing in the entire corridor. 


Both, the rescuers and the Ridires got surprised and looked to the responsible for that sound. 


They just noticed Anton when he was already with his knee stuck in the face of a Ridire, in middle-air. The strike knocked down the warrior immediately, blood running down his mask.  


The rescue part 3