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

"What do you mean? I don't feel anything!"

Jorge hadn't finished his thought process when tendrils came shooting from the darkness. When Kiro inspected them closer, they were tree roots.

The forest was alive and didn't like that they causing havoc within its body, so it was attacking the ones who disturbed the peace.

Kiro felt a vibration coming from behind him, when he turned to look it was just Felix. His excitement couldn't be contained.

These things attacked the same way he did, before the tendrils could knock anyone out, he threw his scepter, it turned into a chain as he did. It didn't wrap around that, it cut them in half.

A few arrows zoomed, hitting a few roots that had almost reached the healers. Ishaan quickly summoned his force shield once again, before heading to where the battle was.

Tartarus, IV