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

But 'Rocky' wasn't done, the lava in his body dispersed in very specific parts. Making the arms, the legs and the heads to burn bright with a purple and crimson combustion.

'Rocky' must not have felt his own weight, because Viktor only blinked, when his eyes opened again his sight was blocked by this giant assembled chunk of rocks.

If he were a person who didn't go to countless battles already he would've no doubt been startled into making mistakes. Instead, he held his ground, holding his weapon firm, ready to block the oncoming onslaught.

His confidence was also in the buff Aeron was able to bestow upon his comrades. He was sure that he could take anything with that kind of strength.

A shadow at his peripheral caught his attention for a second, it wasn't long before Kiro appeared out of thin air—between the two of them. He twisted his leg, and delved in for a kick, planting his entire leg on one of the heads.

Vengeful Spirits