" 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

The stairs creak, covered in mosses on its edge like it belongs to a civilization that was lost to time. As Zio and Cecilia walk further, they arrived at the third floor. They immediately can see purple fog that is seeping from below the gap between the door and the floor. 


Cecilia quickly pulls her robe to cover her nose. Yet, as for Zio, he simply did nothing. Zio just walked past the fog and knock on the door as it is. The reason is because he is curious about what would happen if he had basked himself in the strange cloud. 


" Excuse me, Mr. Morgan? Can we talk? " 


The door opened. A pale man with unbelievably unhealthy eyebags came out of the room. His hair is mainly black but filled with lots of whites, and not to mention messy beyond any description, almost looks like a wavy seaweed. His skinny and slouch body leans on the door's wooden border as he attended to his guests. 


Chapter 50 - Hearty Denier