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

Casper looked at that mass of Ridires positioned a few meters in front of him. He was so sure that he was right on time before, that seeing his hopes being torn like that made him paralyzed for a few seconds.

Even though he tried his best, he ended up messing up with the very main thing he needed to do.

Win against Freygar was meaningless for him at that point. In truth, he would prefer to have had lost that battle than to have that scenario in front of his eyes.

He wasn't so fast as he needed, nor so powerful. At some point, he always lacked what it takes to save everyone.

"Was there a thing I could have done differently? Or was it just a helpless situation, after all? Did… Did I failed again!?" He clenched his numb and hurt fists as tightly as he could, looking with deep frustration and anger towards those soldiers.

Just in time