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

Hiro didn't know who had talked until he turned around to see his own father starring them down. His voice was deeper than he remembered, it also had a tinge of coldness that was very new for him.

The prisoners all wore expressions that could kill. You could see it in their eyes, they were all hungry, different starvation but one nonetheless. Some licked their lips wanting to kill, some were ready to do the same for their freedom.

Hiro couldn't recognise the man standing before him anymore, his kind eyes were no longer there. He just looked like a tired warrior, one that's fought thousands of battles not wanting to give and one that's killed thousands of enemies.

That's one thing he didn't want to think about, his father being a senseless killer. But he still wanted to save him, deep down inside of him, he didn't want to lose hope that he could still be saved.

Two Sides, Similar Goals