" 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

Zio learns to control and focus his magic using the ointment he made. He can see that the form of his mana looks like strands of string that reach out to places. It emerges from all over his body with most of them mustered within his palm. 


After the twentieth time of trying, he finally able to make his mana touched the plate. A thread of his mana makes a weak contact with the plate that only resulted in the plate being shaken a little. 


“ Focus the rest of your mana to that point. Suppress the mana that flows out from your body except for those at the tip of your fingers. It makes you exhausted rather faster than you should be. ” 


“ How? ” said Zio as he drenched in sweat, trying to manage the output of his magic. He even tried various moves with his palm to see if anything could happen. 


“ Try to be calm and control your breathing first. ” 


Chapter 103 - Growth