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

But not the kind that comforts. The kind that watches.

Kael stood frozen, his chest rising and falling as if the very air resisted his breath. Beside him, Aeris gripped his hand, her knuckles pale, her gaze fixed on the impossible expanse before them.

They were standing on a platform of stardust and memory, suspended in a void that shimmered with fractured timelines—endless, fluid, burning and freezing at once. Every second stretched unnaturally, as if time itself held its breath.

"This is it," Aeris whispered. "The Sanctum... where all decisions collapse into one."

The place outside all fates.

Above them, a colossal obsidian sphere hovered, its surface swirling with moving faces—versions of themselves, of the Shadow, of worlds ruined and rebuilt. And then—like something awakening beneath an ancient sea—it opened.

A single, infinite eye—neither machine nor man, but something beyond comprehension.

"You were never meant to meet," came the voice. Deep. Hollow. Timeless.

It didn't echo in the air—it echoed inside them.

Kael gritted his teeth. "We met anyway."

The ground shifted beneath them. A bridge of fragmented time-threads unraveled, leading toward the eye. Each step shimmered with potential futures: Aeris dying. Kael consumed by shadow. Their child crying out in a timeline that shouldn't exist.

"You created this. The Rift. The Paradox Guild. Even the Shadow," she said. "You're not just observing… You're pulling the strings."

"Correction," the Architect said, its voice like glass shattering over a drumbeat. "I weave what must be. You two... tore it."

A low hum rose around them, and suddenly, the Shadow Kael emerged from the stream behind them—eyes glowing with pure paradox energy, his form splitting and remerging with every movement.

"Told you they'd follow the thread," the Shadow smirked. "You always make the same mistake—thinking love is stronger than time."

Kael stepped between Aeris and the Shadow, his voice a growl. "She's not just my love. She's my reason."

But the Architect wasn't finished.

A thousand ghostly figures rose—judges of forgotten timelines, each holding scales made of broken choices. And behind them, the dome above cracked open to reveal the ChronoSeed—a glowing orb pulsing with every possible future that could be… or should never be.

"You want to rewrite fate?" the Architect asked. "Then one must die."

"Only one of you can anchor the rewritten reality. One becomes the seed. The other, the memory."

The platform began to split down the center, separating them. Kael reached for her—but their hands slipped as time distorted, slowed, fractured—

But not to escape—to push him away.

"You were always meant to live!" she cried. "Kael, remember me!"

Kael screamed, but his voice was consumed by the roar of collapsing timelines.

When he awoke…He was alone.

Back in the Nexus. The war was over. Time was healed. No one remembered Aeris.

And then, just before the chapter closes, in the reflection of a dark mirror—

He saw her.Not the Aeris he lost…But another one. Wearing black. Eyes glowing.

The Architect of Echoes