" 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, along with the raiders and a knight who were playing chase and slash not long ago, ran towards the same direction. 


“ Dude! What the fuck is that?! ” One of the raiders shouts out to Zio. 


The humans are galloping their horses nonstop. They didn’t give their mounts even the quickest span of pause. As there is a glitter of clarity far ahead, Zio knew that the river is close. But when things are seemingly going their way, suddenly the tree roots around them are rising from the ground. 


The tree roots created an impassable stockade. It surrounds them with a circling wall made out of radix that stretches for three meitels high, trapping them inside with the enormous spirit. Now they have no choice but to stand their ground and fight for their lives. 


With such a creature on their back, those who once fought to kill each other are joining hand to hand in a temporary alliance to overcome the impending danger. 


Chapter 108 - Woodland Spirit