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

As Casper made his promise with those resolute eyes, Wayland's face brightened. He was sure that he could trust the White warrior to do that. He was glad that he found someone to rely on.

"Thank you very much, White warrior! Thank you..." He was relieved from the bottom of his heart. He barely could believe that his dream was coming true in front of his eyes.

As long as Casper gave the first step, finally entering fully into the equation together with the Frelsis and Jarls, things would settle down.

Wayland calculated all the possible variables and he knew that the soldier could overcome all of them. Also, he already prepared countermeasures for everything in order to assure the victory of the White warrior over any kind of issue.

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