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

This went on for over 2 hours. Kiro wasn't slacking either, he wanted to catch anyone who succumbed to the energy's cunning.

He dedicated his 100% concentration for over 2 hours, overseeing everything. But of course his astral body was active with something else within his mental, but that didn't deter his concentration.

The sky was an amazing sight to see. Every colour known and unknown to Kiro occasionally flashed out in a strange orderly fashion. The ripples seemed like they would crack the world into two equal halves but nothing of that sort happened.

Kaos energy was just going haywire up there. Seeing so many beings grab at it at the same time, made it the more vicious. Nothing of this sort has ever happened before to it, it was a surprising first and it didn't quite like it. It wanted to cause damage as much as it could.

Left Behind