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

Kiro sensed around for any more ambushes that could be lurking about but he couldn't find anything hidden beyond the thick and dark trees surrounding them.

'Weird, this forest gives me the Underworld vibes. Strange as it is, scary as it is, it feels like home.' He thought to himself.

He'd after all spent more time down there than in Asgard. Almost a full year, it wasn't peculiar that he felt like Hubris' home was his.

These thoughts opened up many more memories with Hubris. Kiro found himself missing him and very sad that they were realms apart, which made him promise to focus on working on his jumping skill after this.

He wanted to see his big, fiery mount. He wanted to fight with him more, they didn't get much time together.

"Sorry if I will sound out of place but, shouldn't we be fighting with you?" Jorge asked after his initial shock wore off.

His train of thoughts were disturbed, as he nodded, agreeing with Jorge.

Tartarus, II