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 woke up the next day feeling more motivated. What happened the last night helped him to think about some things thoroughly.

While the other Aesirs had their bodies broken, Casper wasn't harmed as much physically. The real harm laid on his mind. And he couldn't recover at all because of all the situations that he needed to pull through when arriving at the Support base.

However, now that he had time to close his eyes and just rest his mind a little bit while sorting out his inner feelings, he felt more energic.

When the damage that he received was completely healed, he would be at his 100%.

The soldier woke up because of a thin flash of light that was coming from a little tear on the tent. By chance, this flash of light reached right on his face, making him wake up after some seconds.

Recovering