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

Camilla was still reasoning on her chair (which she herself addressed as the Third Throne of that palace). Her legs were crossed, also as her arms. The unmasked half of their face showed that she was quite troubled. Her expression wasn't good news, at least not for the messenger.

The Rat was famous for being cruel, particularly because he lessened his stress by hitting the people who gave them the bad news.

"I think that the best way to go by now is to make a huge defensive line rather than splitting our forces since we can overwhelm them by numbers... Or should I not count on this? I mean, there is that troublesome Aesir called Freygar. That bastard is way more powerful than he looks. If he can have time to prepare himself beforehand, he can make an army appear..." She kept mumbling to herself.

The Vanir's preparation