" 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

" Why, It's you two again. And here I though I've had enough of your face for a week. " 


Mama Yena immediately recognized the pair who had just appeared from the other side of the inn's door. It hasn't even been a day since the last time she saw them, and now they have returned with more dirt on their back. 


" Very. So, what do you want this time? " 


Zio and Cecilia calmly sits on their chair as their glass of milk came sliding down the wooden counter. They took a little sip and a few more minutes to catch a breather. These past few days has been terribly eventful for both of them and now they are wondering whether it could get any hilarious than it is. 


" Have you thought of a way to convince Mama? " Zio asked. 


" U-Um... Since this is so sudden... " 


Chapter 64 - Laying Low