" 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 and Mikhail trod the greeneries in wary. They are close to sunset and according to Bella’s information, the raiders will come anytime soon. The criminals wanted to use the mist to their advantage and throw the victim of the brigandage to the beast hunting hour to cover their tracks. 


Now that they had lit up the flare, it’s but an inevitable future that they will fight the raiders, like it or not. 


“ I want you to stay hidden inside the carriage. Take the bow and aim for whoever cast a spell. ” said Zio as he gives a bow and a quiver full of arrows to Mikhail. 


“ They cannot kill me without magic. ” 


At first, Mikhail thought that Zio is just boasting off. But then he kept his mouth shut and submissively do as he is told when he saw the deadly menace in the eyes which crimson could make anyone frozen in hesitation. 


“ Oh and for safety measure... ” Zio said again. 


Chapter 107 - Red Flare