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

It was Isaac's turn to knit his eyebrows, confused. They may not see eye to eye with each other, in fact they may never be more than just enemies but he was sure of one thing—he wasn't the type to back down from a fight.

"Just what do you mean it's too harsh? In the olden days, those who betrayed weren't coddled they were beheaded." He got up from his chair, the involuntary movement didn't register to him—he just had to make him see reason.

"Do you know how strong a general harbinger is?" He asked not taking his eyes off the fight happening in the coliseum.

He seemed to actually ponder his question, "I don't know. Maybe it would take two guardians to take one down?" Isaac answered unsure.

"That's not true. Nikolai and I went on a dungeon run earlier, we met one. When I tell you, they're strong I'm not kidding. If it wasn't for my mount we would've died."

Two Heads