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

Kiro was on the ground pinned, trying to get himself out of the situation by using vibrations. He thanked the gods he wasn't alone, because right now he was vulnerable, open to all and any attacks.

The harbinger was locked on him, travelling at great speeds to reach his prey and bring his god the head of it when Hubris handed between them.

Giving Kiro leeway to get himself free. It was fortunate that the spikes of sand didn't hit anything important, he coughed once and mouthfuls of blood flooded out of his mouth.

"Dammit!" He was already healing, fast.

He used Ryu to get up from the ground and leaned against his staff replaying in his head what had just happened and what he could've done differently to avoid getting into such a sticky situation.

An Easy Fight