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

They waited for him to explain further but he never did. He just looked at the strangeness of the darkness surrounding them. He was trying to get a sense of what was going.

His eyes told him it was dark, his other sense told him it was day.

"Well, why can't we hear anything." Ishaan said impatiently.

"I don't hear anything." Hiro exclaimed

"It's not something you can hear, no offense buddy." He said smugly.

"But we should be able to hear something, Nikolai and Felix did hear movement inside at night."

"That's because it's not night, not really. That lich must've done something." He shrugged.

Even though the sun wasn't there, Kiro could still tell that, this darkness wasn't naturally occurring. It was as if the sun was carved out from the sky, leaving them in unending darkness.

Creating Stars