AVANTIKA

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What if the future you're trying to save… is built on a lie?

Time fractured without warning. Entire cities vanished, people forgotten, and memories rewritten. In the ruins of what was, three strangers awaken with scattered pasts—and only one truth binding them: they were never supposed to meet.

Aeris—worshipped as a savior, hated as a destroyer. Her past is erased, but her face haunts the ruins.
Kael—a fighter shaped by guilt, pursued by reflections of himself he doesn’t recognize.
Dray—the boy with no timeline, stitched from shadows, hunted by a voice only he can hear.

Together, they are pulled into a collapsing realm where time is currency, memories are weapons, and truth is the most dangerous enemy. Every step forward reveals twisted versions of themselves—each more monstrous than the last. Every choice risks unraveling the world further.

But as they inch closer to the heart of the paradox, a chilling revelation awaits:
The greatest betrayal wasn’t by the enemy. It was by one of them.

And in the end, to fix time…
someone must be erased.

Welcome to the edge of reality, where suspense burns through every page, and the only escape… is through the fire.

ashes of tomorrow

The night had settled like a heavy cloak over the garden, but inside, the air was thick with unspoken fears and the electric hum of unfolding danger. Kael paced the veranda, eyes scanning the horizon where fractured stars flickered like distant warnings. Aeris sat quietly beside Lyra, whose hands nervously traced the ancient symbols etched into the stone tablet.

Dray moved with a restless energy, consulting tattered tomes and muttering incantations that shimmered faintly in the moonlight. The silence between them was not peaceful—it was the tense quiet before a storm.

Suddenly, the ground beneath the garden trembled — a subtle, uneven shudder that rippled through roots and stone alike. The willow's branches shook violently, shedding glowing leaves that floated down like pale embers. Lyra gasped, clutching Aeris's arm.

"It's coming," she whispered, voice trembling.

Kael's jaw clenched. "We don't have much time."

Dray's eyes narrowed. "The Rift itself is restless. This is not merely a whisper of silence — it's a warning. Something stirs deep within the fractures of reality."

Aeris stood, the faint glow around her intensifying. "Then we need answers. If this 'Seed of Silence' is growing inside Lyra, we must find its origin — and its weakness."

Kael nodded. "But where? We've scoured timelines, battled architects, and faced down voids. Nothing prepared us for… this."

Dray's gaze flicked toward the horizon where the fractured stars blinked erratically. "There is one place left uncharted — the Lost Nexus. A convergence of broken timelines and memories erased from all worlds. If the Seed exists anywhere, it will be there."

Lyra swallowed, eyes wide but resolute. "I'll go."

Kael moved to stop her, but Aeris placed a gentle hand on his chest. "She's right. If she's connected to this, she needs to face it head-on."

The garden suddenly dimmed as a shadow passed over the moon. The soft humming returned, louder now — a growing heartbeat that filled the space around them.

Kael drew his blade, the metal shimmering with runes pulsing in rhythm with the hum. "Then we prepare to journey to the edge of time itself."

As they gathered their things, Lyra looked back at the stone arch — the gateway where the first silence had touched their sanctuary. She traced the glowing symbols one last time, a flicker of fear and hope swirling in her eyes.

And so was the darkness beyond it.

Shadows of the Rift