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

He may have been too slow to break his fall, but he wasn't quite ready to be turned into human roast by the geysers that were fast approaching from the deep underground.

He didn't think he had time to use his limbs, so a gust of wind was created and it carried him up and away from the danger. As he was pulled away, he was face to face with it. He could feel its intense heat and knew that, those titans weren't here to play.

"Holy sh*t, they don't have any faces!" He screamed.

"What do you mean?" Nikolai enquired from the other side.

"Just that, they're walking headless bodies. They have no heads, just a weird neck that seemed to be burnt from the top to keep whatever was inside, inside." He explained as best he could.

"What?" This only served to confused Nikolai further.

"They don't have heads." He said with finality, not willing to say anything more.

The Bolt In The Sky