" The time will come for the past of the future to converge.
And those which you always deny, surely shall emerge.
Wheel of the world will be put to rest,
Slaves of avarice will beg and confess,

'I have seen enough'

Sapiens deserve no more of the mother earth
For what good of a faith that has been spitted to dirt.

Thus, every corner of the sky will hear
The echoes of their trembling fear
Seven billion tears and seven billion cries
But not He who had severed the ties

For He heard nothing but seven billion lies "

Those are the lines of the last speech of Yars, The First Messenger. The chase for the Voice of The Dawn will always be a quest for every soul that live within Aerdrin. In a world where might and magic spins the universe, how will destiny reveal its lessons?

Aerdrin: The Lost Heir of The Sky

Above the open green field, the first-year students gather. It's almost the tenth bell now, the sun is starting to set itself aflame. Yet, its stinging heat was nothing compared to the blazing atmosphere exuded by the fiery duelers. 


" Due to the suddenness, I can't ask for an access to the academy's arena. But I guess that doesn't matter if both of you are in such a high spirit, yes~?? " Ms. Martha stands between Gilford and Kamille, acting as a rule maker. 


" And since both of you are going to use your own respective weapons, then the rule to this duel is, First Blood or Walk Away! The first one to scratch his opponent's face until it bleeds, or able to make their feet to touch the ground on the outside of the circle, wins! Make sure not to kill each other, yes~? " 


Chapter 44 - Seeds of Schism