" 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

“ Since I had enough fun toying with you, today is the day that you will die. ” Lord Eilan smirked. 


“ A naked man found dead out of asphyxia in the middle of nowhere... How hilarious and humiliating would that be, I wonder? ” 


Lord Eilan waft his hand, and suddenly the space around Zio is stripped of air. He had created a vacuum space around Zio’s head to make him unable to breathe, without uttering any incantation. Zio struggled, but with her limbs being blocked and his breathing was striped, he can hardly put on any retaliation. 


“ Oh, but don’t worry, your sister will join you. I know how she looks like; violet eyes, chestnut hair, and plump cheeks. A beautiful child to be honest, but what can I do, right? She also has to pay for your many sins. ” 


“ I feel bad for the golden-haired maid though. It looks like she will have a though cleaning today. ” The elf creates another owl on his hand and makes it flew to the sky. 


Chapter 100 - Dramatic Methodology