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 lasted some minutes to straighten up and say something. Before Vick's pleading voice, it was difficult to give bad news, but he needed to do it. For now, she was in denial, but soon she would figure it out alone.

After all, she herself should be feeling that excruciating pain in her back. She wasn't a naive little girl. Rurik gave her classes of medicine. Almost all Aesirs had their share of Vick's apprenticeship. She was intelligent, so she would connect the points and come to the right conclusion soon.

Rurik preferred to say to her the truth and help her beforehand to deal with it, though.

"I am sorry, Your Honor. If you had come here some minutes before, then I probably would be able to do it just right. But, when you were here, it was all messed already. It is difficult to heal this specific part of the body because it's too complex. Our medicine isn't miraculous, after all."

The boss arrives