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

Ivar stomped the ground, boosting his body forward with a surreal strength. The Vanir, however, didn't seem to be too concerned about his sudden and quick approach. In truth, his face showed that he was even expecting the Aesir to be so strong like that.

Even before the Aesir could start his rush, he had already raised his hands and pointed them at him. Just then, Ivar noticed that he had tiny and thin pipes made of some sort of metal on his wrists. From some pipes, firstly a smelly gas that was the mix of ammonia and hydrogen went out in am average pressure. Then, from the others, flames were lit up and flew in a massive barrage in front of Ivar.

That strong burst of fire seemed to envelop the Aesir's body, which disappeared inside of it. He had an idea that the potency of the Vanir's attack would be something to fear but never thought that this much power was hidden behind it.

Proof of fire part 1