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

MMA was walking in front of several warriors lined up in front of each other. They were organized just like an army, making seven different lines, all of them wielding their weapons.

They had serious faces, filled with both fear and resolution.

However, at the same time as the Frelsis had built that fear inside them, the fear of death and getting another defeat; they also filled their hearts with the determination to take their revenge.

Most of those warriors had lost their families in the attack or then got severely hurt. The blow on their minds and emotions was more devastating than in their bodies.

Some let that blow take them down forever and refused to fight again. But some others utilized that latent emotion as fuel to make them keep going with all their might. The sadness, the hesitation, the impotence, were being replaced by the ambers of wrath.

Death March