" 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

Early in the next morning, Zio went for the public bath to wash himself, before going back for his bed for more sleep. It's been a hellish week for him. There's a lot of trouble every day. Yet, even so, work is a work. It doesn't care whether one's is on the death door or strangled on the neck. Work demands everyone to do as they are supposed to be, regardless of the situation. 


Zio had just worked himself for almost five hours straight last night, chipping down on his workload that has been piling up one after another. But just like any other human, he too, needs some rest. 


The worn-out man went to sleep for three more hours before he had to get up to take on his medicine which was given by the doctors of from the academy. He too, also needs to start to work on the homework assigned by Sir Frey, as he hasn't made any progress yet on that matter. 


Chapter 70 - Weekend