" 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 tears burst at the kindness of the fat lady. Lili kissed her mother's cheek and run to hug her new 'sister' in celebration. Meanwhile, Zio can only smile in relieve until a sudden, pulsating pain is bursting all over his body. 


" Uhak! " Zio vomited a large amount of blood on the floor as his body stumble down like an old tree bark. Now he remembered what he had done. He had ignored Morgan's warning to not use his magic for at least a week after the transfer of the marking spell. 


Cecilia went panic, her beloved is turning paler and paler by every second. She screams for help but everyone is just as confused as she is. In such a back-alley place, to find someone who is knowledgeable about medicine is like looking for a saint in the depths of hell. 


Suddenly the door busted open, and a slender woman-like figure in shrouded robe shows up. 


" What's with all those screams? What happened? " 


Chapter 65 - Foul Mouth, Vile Beauty