" 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 big dark-skinned man popped the professor's barrier like it was a bubble. Aram's prominent skill at fire magic rendered everyone speechless before turning the frozen crowds into an hailing storm of thundering applause. 


Aram's team are taking their turn one after another, and now it's Rhea's turn. She stepped up upon the arena, followed by everyone's gaze, especially the boys. Her exceptionally long, tosca-colored hair and absolute black eyes looks even more stunning with the frilly green dress she had on her. 


" Pardon me, prof... but my inner magic is a little bit different from the big man. " 


" It matters not, beautiful lady. Let me bear witness to it. " 


Professor Afia turns her staff back into a wand, and idly sitting on air that was compressed with magic. As the professor casually waits for her student to exert her inner magic, Rhea closed her eyes, preparing to show her prowess. 


Chapter 55 - Remarkable Display