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

The moment he touched the ground with a singular purpose, which was finding the heart of it all. He sent vibrations all throughout the area, though he could not stay at one place since Isla would catch up within a second of blinking to another area.

'When did she get so fast, or is the anger fuelling her strength to the max?'

Nothing could answer his questions, he could only assume that was so. Nevertheless, he had work laid in front of him, finding the source and deflecting Isla's attacks in a way that didn't hurt her.

Something Kiro thought was fair was the fact that, everything that happened, the conversations, they were happening in the person's head. So in a way, their insecurities remained their own.

The effects of their consequences though weren't so much the figments of their imaginations, that part was very much real, as real as it could get in the game.

The Illusions Heart