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

Amelia was thinking about what to do. She could not make odin's effect pass when they needed. There was no way to do this. The drug was already strong itself, his action was abnormally fast. If she tried to make it even faster, Alfar could suffer the consequences afterward, and Olaf as well.

Besides, the collateral effects they were having weren't something to be canceled so easily. In fact, she didn't know if it was the most intelligent thing to force too much. The better way to go was to wait until the drug's effects passed at the right time, however, she knew that Casper wouldn't last long there.

Even with all the controversies, she needed to find another way around, otherwise, Casper would be taken, and all those efforts, meaningless.

Just in time