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 was already adorned with lightning. His entire body zapped and shone a beautiful purplish colour, it emanated lightning it was a sight to see. His lightning didn't stop at him, even ryu in his entirety was coated with it.

Even though he had lost sight from one of his eyes, it wasn't an impediment. He was getting used to not seeing from one eye by the second.

None knew what was coming but they imagined it wasn't weak, something that made even them lose their balance, so they didn't need to be told. Everyone was ready, in a fighting stance. Luckily, Isaac wasn't stubborn, he followed the formation Kiro told them to take.

The rumbling stopped abruptly, but Isla turned with eyes hot with rage. Her target was Kiro, she arrived in front of him faster. Kiro was too paralysed by the emotions he felt coming from her.

Prometheus, III