" 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

Under the clear sky and windy breeze of summer, the scholar and his teacher are standing at the side of a small-abandoned path that leads to the western wall. They look both serious and curious about what’s going to happen. With two pairs of eyes that were sharpened to their extent and trees which are sheltered in bright green armor, they are preparing themselves to witness the unsolved enigma of the Kradenfolt Ruin. 


“ I will strike you down with a tremendous amount of mana. It’s going to be swift and deadly. Please make sure you stay put, my child. “ 


Lord Eilan unleashed his magic. Winds are surging around him, mustering into the tip of his right index as his left hand is wavering around. Although it’s clear that he tried hard to make his magic less eye-catching since they don’t want to be questioned by the guards, but with the amount of concentrated magic, it’s surely a very tough task to do so. 


Chapter 116 - The Great One