" 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

Zio vomited a lot of blood. The blood was hot, it even let out steam amidst the city's cold night air. Cecilia quickly wiped his mouth and shouldered him. Even though Zio had the idea of him showing weakness in front of other people, but this time he had no power left to even put up a facade. 


" Let's head to my place for tonight. " 


Zio who walks like a drunk carried by his drinking buddy, stopped his pace. He rests his back on the wall catching for a breath. Cecilia feels so sad and sorry to see him in this state. She thought that it was because of her that he had to bear so much suffering. 


" Golden... Orchid... Felrys... in the north... " 


Chapter 52 - Rest