" 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

Cecilia finally agreed to Zio's term as she tried her best put all of her faith in him. Even though she is truly against the idea, she was moved after seeing him being so headstrong about it. Meanwhile the girl calms herself, Morgan prepares the necessary equipment, reagents, and magic circles, following the instructions in his notes. 


" Hmm, there... there... and... done. Alright, we're set to go. " Morgan handed each of them a cup filled with a solution that looks as clear as pure water. 


" Are we supposed to drink this? " Cecilia sniffed and take a closer look at the liquid on her hands. 


" Yes. But after you mixed it with three drops of your blood. " 


Zio asked for a scalpel to Morgan and poke the tip of his thumb with it to shed his blood out until the exact amount he needs. He then helped Cecilia to do the same, gently holding her hand as she looks the other way, not wanting to see the process. 


" Now, swap the cup. You drink hers, and you drink his. " 


Chapter 51 - Transfer