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

Kirp stopped what he was doing and looked around. He couldn't see anything, he wasn't sure if he even heard what he'd heard.

"Did you say something?" He asked Lyle unsure.

"Uh, no." He said a little bit out of breath.

Kiro strained his ears more, but the sound never came again. He thought it must've been his imagination. So he decided to ignore, and they continued for a couple more minutes and then stopped.

Lyle wanted to keep training. Since he was tired, Kiro refused and reminded him that patience was the most important characteristic.

They came out of the meditative state with everyone else sitting around, with their hands on their cheeks. Bored out of their minds that they had to wait.

Lyle slowly opened his eyes, he weirdly didn't feel tired, he felt refreshed. His staff was on his hand, so he swung it the other way, a gust of wind came out, though it wasn't as strong it still made the trees shake.

Another Attack