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

Canute was paralyzed because of the shock. He was sure that his senses were as sharpened as they always were, but somehow he couldn't notice that someone had climbed to that building.

Usually, his steps would be heard, at least, but it wasn't the case. He made that mistake, and it would be fatal for sure.

That person was standing in front of him, holding a Helheim gun, the same that the Ridires and Aesirs used. It was a pistol, and its barrel was pointing to Canute's head.

The Aesir was holding his left arm, which was completely messed. That gun was robust, just as much as Freygar's pistols were, obviously that its destructive power in someone's body would be huge.

Canute was mainly a scientist, but his soul was sold to become one of the seven greatest warriors of that district, so he was used to the pain. His arm wouldn't get in his way. But now that he was at gunpoint, then he couldn't reach his own gun, nor his staff.

Behind the scenes part 2