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

As Ivar and Tein ran toward each other, the Aesir felt the feeling he was always desiring to have before. It was ecstatic and gave him a strength that he could never imagine that he had inside him.

The Aesir felt that, on that battle, exchanging blows with Tein, he could finally reach the level he always wanted to reach.

As he started to pierce and defend with the arrow on his hands, his moves became more and more automatic. That fight seemed to stay in the background as his memories were dominating him.

His vision was getting blurry, everything around was getting dyed in pure white. He felt like the lights of dozens of spotlights were pointing exactly at his eyes.

Hero part 1