Arrkein

Being a bottom feeder in society is an unpleasant experience.

That's how Kiro felt after being left for dead in a back alley. Abandoned and disappointed by the 'work hard' ethic his parents left for him.

'At least the heavens are weeping for me.'	As the light from his eyes faded, he declared as the last act of defiance.

He awoke in a room he hadn't seen in ten years. Whether it was due to sheer luck or divine intervention, he was grateful.

'Through the VR game, Asgard, I'll become filthy rich in this life time.'


Kiro was blissfully unaware that his return was a cry for something greater, for the underlying threats that hovered over his world.

The Earth After Rebirth

Nikolai was a bit dejected as he walked around the capital. He had wanted to see Kiro in action. He'd already experienced how fast his brain worked, but now he wanted to experience him fighting. When he got to the base, Hiro told him he was already gone and he had no idea where.

Hiro had told him to give him alone time. As much as Nikolai understood, he'd also heard about the incident that almost got him expelled, he still wanted to fight with him.

'Well, there's plenty of chances in the future I guess, I need not rush anything.'

Nikolai didn't know what it was, but he felt a strong connection with Kiro. He thought it strange though, because they lived worlds apart, what could they possibly have in common?

He first went to the tailor's shop to buy an assassin's robe. He wanted a black one, but he was told that fabric of colour didn't exist. So he chose the closest thing to black, which was dark grey.

Lost Temples