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

Hypno got flabbergasted with Brenna's words. It was impossible for her that someone would have such perception and intuition. The only explanation was that the power of the Oracle Aesir was nothing but true.

The woman wasn't going to gamble there and suppose that she was using some sort of trick. It would be pointless, after all. The fact was that Brenna could, somehow, predict everything that was happening around her, and know things that she wasn't supposed to know.

First of all, she shouldn't be able to know about the illusion.

When Hypno and Brenna rushed towards each other in their first clash, right after their blades met, Hypno could land a blow on her with the tattoed arm.

Those tattoos were made specifically to confuse her enemies and play with their minds. When she was attacking, those drawings began to shine. It was enough to fool Brenna's mind and put her into Hypno's self-created world, where she could control everything as she pleased.

Oracle part 2