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

Vick was sitting on the huge rectangular table at the building of the Council of Jarls. It was like a huge commercial room in a building destined to accommodate different types of meetings and other professional events.

The Council had its own place to make the meetings, but since the Princess had asked for an emergency one, they decided to do it in a place around the city she was in, on the 6th floor.

The tension inside the Council was huge. The pressure was turned directly to the Jarls still on the Princess' side and Vick herself.

The Council's meeting