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

The team of criminals had finally arrived at the Ax corporation. The time they would need to put the weapons inside the Drakkars would be considerably long, so they couldn't slack there.

Once they were near to arrive, they called the encharged for their order of products to open the gates as soon as possible and enable them to finish it quickly.

As the encharged was acquainted with the hurry that they always had when getting the materials, he promptly followed their orders.

The gates were opened once they got there and some of the weapons already were laying around the expedition of the Corporation.

That kind of efficiency was always welcomed by them. They never knew when a bunch of Ridires could be around patrolling that place or, worse, an Aesir.

The criminals committed a huge mistake when they tried to do one of their tasks imprudently and let Canute notice them.

Interception