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

Sekani was on his feet now, pacing the his entire office, it was a big a space so it was quite the exercise but he did it nonetheless.

"Yeah I'm sure the first time you saw all this you were all calm." He didn't mean to snap but he wasn't apologetic for it.

"Right, I'm sorry sir." Wilfred understood and he took another sip of his drink, waiting for his master to say something, anything.

His face didn't show it but his heart was smiling widely. To Wilfred this all meant that Sekani hadn't forgotten why he'd taken this task, it was to save the people and here he was, instead of asking about the structure first, he was asking about the people that were taken against their will.

"I couldn't count them all even in the week I've been there. But I'm confident there were more than five hundred people there and about fifty were children, raging from their early teens to their late teens."

Wilfred's Capabilities