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

The mountain was truly a big one. Hubris wasn't the one failing, his speed was too fast but the mountain was simply too great. As much as he covered more ground, Kiro felt like they were, at most, running in circles.

"Hubris, don't exhaust yourself, we don't know what we will run into next."

But that only fuelled his desire to get to where Kiro wanted to go. He didn't slow down, instead he picked up speed. Kiro shook his head at his unbelievable stubbornness.

They heard a deafening roar that stopped Hubris on his tracks. He looked around to see what it was, and one by one, the rocks started getting up.

They were well camouflaged. They had the same colour as the mountain they resided in, which was a great way to get unsuspecting travellers. Kiro and Hubris had already been surrounded by the time they noticed.

Rivalry