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 road ahead was a long one. Hubris wanted to leave early because he knew they couldn't rush it. They still had a battle at their destination, he didn't know how long the other army would take to get there but he couldn't risk it.

The chatter amongst the hounds didn't die down, the more they walked the more they seemed to have a lot to say. The excitement that filled the air couldn't be described with just words.

It was a beautiful atmosphere that snaked through Kiro's every muscle, and made him feel enthusiastic. He'd never been in a large scale battle before, he'd never been part of a battalion, so he had no idea where the feelings were coming from.

But this felt right, like he was made to do this one particular thing.

'Can a game even give you feelings your real self doesn't have?' He wondered.

Marching To Inevitability