" 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 found Mikhail not too far away from the field of stumbled woods. Unfortunately, the silky, vanilla-haired man is in a terrible condition just as he expected. He is lying flat downward, with his face seemed almost drenched in his own blood. The only thing that Zio can hope for is that Mikhail didn’t sustain any serious injury like brain hemorrhage. He hoped that it was only external bleeding. 


The red-eyed man slowly pulled Mikhail up and put him on the horse. They rode together towards the wreck of their carriages to salvage anything that they could to survive the coming days. This time, Zio put Mikhail in front of him. He didn’t want to make the same mistake and let the feminine-looking guy lean back on him during the ride. 


Chapter 109 - Tough Aftermath