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

When the day came, Ari headed to the floor where one of the cities was settled. Together with him, some Ridires started to mobilize as well. They didn't have a specific formation, nor a plan. The only thing on their minds was that they needed to protect the city and whatever was inside it at any cost.

In their meeting, everyone was sure that the place with the highest chances of being attacked were those cities. Of course, it would depend on the enemy's objectives when invading the Castle, which they aren't sure about yet, however, they doubted that some Frelsi wouldn't try to mess with it if they got the chance.

Ari had his grenade launcher on one of his hands, with its body laying on his shoulder. His eyes were resolute, but also calculating. The guy was paying attention to some minimal details on their possible battlefield that needed to be taken into consideration by him.

Aesirs' preparations