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

Rurik and Freygar rushed across the support base, passing through the crowd of people who were going to where the commotion was happening. Everyone was worried. Most of them were thinking if the Frelsi came to attack that base as well, even though they had already taken the Castle.

'But that can't be possible at all! The Frelsis weren't meant to know where this support base is, and soon we were planning to move on in order to not let them notice it. Is their communication network so good like this? We just made this base in a hurry, it's been a short span.' Rurik was as worried as everyone else.

He preferred that this commotion was because another Aesir totally destroyed inside and outside due to a fierce fight. An attack would end with them for real this time.

Whatever the enemy imposed against them, Rurik would be able to save those people. He couldn't die, after all. However, he didn't know how many he could save when another battle erupted.

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