" 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

It’s morning already, Zio and Cecilia have their own respective class to attend. The man wakes the girl up rather gently this time, unlike the last time they were sleeping together. 


“ Get up. You smell awful, better hit the bath right away. ” He poked at Cecilia’s cheek. 


“ I kind of love this smell though, hehe. ” The girl giggled and cuddled on Zio instead of waking up like he told her to. 


Zio flicked Cecilia’s forehead and rise from the mats. He put on his robe and pack up his thing, preparing to go for the public bath. He surely doesn’t want people to sniff out the strange smell that lingers on his body. 


“ Come on. ” Zio stretch out his hand to Cecilia. 


“ Z-Zio... I’m sorry but... I-I can’t feel my legs... ” 


The white-haired girl tried to stand up but her legs are squirming all over. She looked like an infant doe who was just recently popped out of its mother’s belly. Zio had no other choice but to support her until she can walk properly. 


Chapter 102 - Catching Up