" 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

Inside a tent of the encampments that have settled in the vast ruin of Kradenfolt, Zio and Mikhail sat down uncomfortably. It was not about the chair that was made of poplar, nor the carpet that was spun out of pure cotton, but it was because of the third man that sat between them. 


“ Wahaha! Starting today, we are brothers from different mothers! ” 


Loud as he speaks and ravenous as he eats. It was the man which Zio met during his escape from the woodland spirit that invites him to the lively repast. Yet, everything is tolerable for the two guests, aside from the fact that the man was dining in topless. 


“ What’s the matter, my brothers? Does the food failed to appeal to your appetite? ” asked Ludolf. 


“ Nope. The food does arouse our appetite, but your sweating chest doesn’t. ” 


The man laughs and continues to finish his hearty meal, while Zio and Mikhail just keeping themselves on the proper ground. Then, after the gaiety, the real talks begin. 


Chapter 114 - Reporting