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

He was walking in a forest, familair yet not so familiar. Everything wasn't anything his little brain could comprehend.

But he understood one simple thing, walking forward, with caution, the place sent his every danger senses haywire. It's not like his instincts were wrong, there was something terribly wrong with the place he was in.

He felt the wind behind him change, he started pacing himself. He thought the winds in these wilds would get him if he stopped for a second. It felt alive, like it would cut him up to pieces and swallow him whole. He had no idea where this fear was coming from, it was just there.

He started running when the feeling refused to leave him, he felt like he was in danger. No, he was sure of it. Not just him, but the entirety of his universe. He wondered whether this danger was the same one he saw in that door of dead stars.

Psychedelic Nightmare