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

The Aesirs were using their most destructive techniques to wipe out the battlefield as fast as possible.

The battle was going very quickly. They were fighting since they appeared in Uppsala. Just as they supposed, the Frelsis were aware of their arrival and prepared themselves for that. However, that preparation seemed to be meaningless as the battle kept going on.

Since the start, the Ridires and Aesirs were pushing the Frelsis. Their fury and sorrow cultivated from the last defeat were their fuel to keep going. They didn't fear death anymore, nor hesitated when battling, they just wanted to kill all those people.

They already lost their family and home, the only way to go was to take it back. If they didn't do it, their life was meaningless.

In the middle of that frenetic battle, a white shadow crossed the battlefield just as fast as Ivar did.

Destructive power