" 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 never thought that the true form of the little blue orb will be a fearsome one. A three meitels giant, wearing an unsewn snow-white cloth that covers his exploding muscles. The being had four arms and rough red skin that signify the mark of harsh labor. 


“ Has my manly aesthetic appearance makes you spellbound, human? ” 


“ ...More like, alerted, if you may let me choose the word. ” 


The giant laughs as he crossed his arms. He, who was always worshipped and glorified is amused to speak with someone who thinks of him as an equal. The tingling feeling reminded him of another one, long in the mist of his past. 


“ You are clearly not a human... So, what are you? ” asked Zio. 


After giving his answer, the giant faded into strands of light and gathered into the young man’s bracelet. Zio was mesmerized by every single thing that he saw. A lot of questions popped one after another, but he needs to keep calm and collect his thoughts. 


Chapter 113 - Unending Detour