" 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

Far deep beneath the earth. Under the long-forgotten land where history is unwritten. A missing dot in the ever-expanding line of time shall emerge once more as Zio walks to the altar of an ancient god. 


In the middle of a room so bright and dusty, the young man keeps going forward. He knows nothing of what is coming for him, and as clueless as he is about the great being who resides inside the obelisk that is towering in the middle of the vast circle which he stood upon. 


“ Hmm... He lacks muscles for my taste, but at least it’s been so long since the last time I had a visitor. ” 


Zio heard a very heavy voice trembling in the air. A voice so deep which he’s not even sure about what kind of creature could speak in such a tone. 


“ Oh...? You can hear my voice? Maybe you’re not as frail and pitiful as you seem. ” 


Zio took out his sword, but he couldn’t pinpoint the source of the voice. 


Chapter 112 - The Fated Encounter