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 took Gungnir with him and turned his back to the now incapacitated Camilla.

The woman looked at him with wrath distorting her expression.

"Y-you! If you don't kill me right now, be sure that you are gonna be the one getting killed! No matter if I need to cross Helheim to pursue you, I will end with your life at all costs!" Her pained and angry scream echoed through the hall. Her crazy looks came back right away and she struggled to get up, but her body was still paralyzed.

Casper didn't mind her presence at all and just kept with his back turned to her. His face was still coldly looking at the other extreme of the Palace's hall, where the black and white thrones of King Leif and Queen Freya were.

The soldier walked solemnly towards their thrones, bowing when he placed himself in front of them.

Execution