" 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

The clatters of hoofs are trembling on the damp soil, and the neighing of the enclosing cavalry along with battle trance are howling through the thick cold air. The raiders are coming and swirling in between the dense woods. 


“ They are here! ” Shouts one of the knights that guard the expedition party. 


They can see the raiders shades amidst the tense atmosphere, jumping from one tree to another. One time they are seemingly going to get close, but the next second, they vanished again into the gathering mist of the dewfall. 


The raid boss is not someone new in the business. He had instructed his men to tire out and saps away the prey’s concentration by building up their tense and thickening the haze in their mind. He will order the strike at the time when the meat is most tender. 


Chapter 106 - Righteous Power