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

Casper could control his body in middle-air with the jet boots he got. It was difficult to stay stabilized, but soon enough he got the hang of it and began to descend through the floors at a reasonable speed.

'The thing that passed here surely is strong. This hole is straight and clean, like a well-made tunnel. It's even unbelievable. It demands amazing speed and strength to do something like this.'

After five minutes, Casper could pass the floor he was before, appearing on the one below. In his head, he counted the number of floors that he passed for. He needed to do it to get into the one that he needed.

'Just as I thought, the other places where there aren't cities within are not destroyed. Jomurgand shook this place by doing this huge tunnel on the ground, but that's all. Also, people might have been stuck here since the start of the attack. After all, the Teleporting pads probably stopped to work even before the raid began.'

City in ruins