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

Felix watched this drama unfold infront of them with a mixture of disgust and excitement. But the excitement soon waned when he realised Kiro didn't intend to beat the living hell out of Isaac, just to assert some dominance by making idle threats.

"We're not going there." Seeing his face Kiro quickly shut off any hopes he had.

He wanted more than anything to do it, but if another enemy popped out of nowhere and they were a man down, that would entirely be his fault. He wasn't prepared to fail a second time as a leader, the wars showed him something against the general.

As they went on, more imps attempted to disrupt their teamwork and since Kiro couldn't sense them through vibrations, he wasn't all that interested. They were also weak, which meant he only needed to do the bare minimum.

Titans of Prometheus