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

After a very long time, Kiro opened his eyes. He couldn't see at first, his pupils were dark as the abyss he came from. They looked ready to devour weary travellers. He blinked rapidly, the vision started to come back to his eyes.

'What's happening, where am I?' He was disorientated, he couldn't tell where he was.

For a second, it felt like he was lying on his bed back home. He could feel the warmth in the atmosphere his home always brought him, poor as they were his parents made that little place a home for them.

He smelled his mother's cooking from where he was. He could even feel the texture of his bed, the stinking feet of his younger brother. He tried getting up because he was hungry, and the breakfast smelled really delicious.

Realm Of Shadow