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

Once Anton read Alfar's mind, he was sure that that person was the right one to choose.

After years of wisdom, but emptiness, there was someone who had the same perspective as him. There was no doubt.

If something happened, that man would find a way to do it.

He wasn't the most strong-willed and determined person like Casper was. He wasn't intelligent like Olaf, or powerful like him or Ragnar.

Alfar was just someone disposed to fight against his own demons to be able to protect the people he wanted, to do what was right for other's sake.

"Say something to me, Alfar… After saving everyone here in Halden, what will you do? What kind of prison are you trying to free them? From Halden or… from District 42?" The middle-aged man asked, calmly.

Those words hit Alfar in his heart, his mind went blank for a second, and he didn't know exactly what he should reply to.

Similars part 3