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

In a certain part of District 42, a warzone had been settled. Ridires and Frelsis were exchanging bullets, dyeing the battlefield with blood and covering the streets with corpses and wreckage.

That was one of the most fierce and fearful battles that the Royal Family ever declared against their opposers. That day was known as "The First Slaughter". None of the sides would ever claim to win or lose the battle.

Gossips were heard among the folk, which said that the Frelsis won because they killed more Ridires and could run away with their equipment and technology.

However, among the Jarls, they would say that the Ridires won since they could take that zone from the Frelsis, ending with their domination over the midwest region, which was the first one to have Frelsi influence.

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