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 air vibrated with a low hum, a symphony of collapsed realities grinding against one another. Kael's boots pressed onto the fractured ground, shards of broken timelines crunching beneath him like shattered glass. Around him, the Rift tower swayed—a labyrinth of twisting corridors and looping stairways, each a gateway to a different "what if."

Aeris lay draped in his arms, flickering between the mortal and the cosmic, her breath shallow but fierce. Her skin shimmered like liquid starlight, radiating heat that burned through the cold silence. Her eyes, fierce yet fragile, locked onto his.

"Kael," she whispered, voice fragile yet steady. "We're running out of time. The Architect's power is reshaping the very fabric of existence. If he completes the Paradox Seal, everything—everyone—will be erased."

Kael tightened his grip, jaw clenched, heart pounding like a war drum. He scanned the dark horizon—twisting spires cracked open, bleeding fragments of forgotten futures.

From the shadows, the Architect emerged—his form a colossal weave of light and shadow, flickering between dimensions. His voice, a thunderclap in the silent chaos, echoed through the Rift.

"You cling to hope, but hope is a weapon of the weak. Your choices shattered countless timelines, and now, you will witness the birth of oblivion."

A sudden pulse exploded, throwing Kael backward. The Rift's ground fractured beneath him, revealing swirling depths where timelines dissolved into nothingness. Amid the chaos, Lyra's eyes flared with fierce paradox light. Her small hands trembled as energy coursed through her veins, a raw power both terrifying and magnificent.

"Lyra," Kael called, voice desperate. "You're the key. But can you control it?"

Her gaze snapped to him, determination burning bright. "I have to. For us—for all of us."

Aeris whispered an ancient chant, her voice weaving through the chaos like a tether, binding time's fractures together. Around them, the Rift's cracks began to pulse in rhythm, a heartbeat of defiance against destruction.

Suddenly, the Architect unleashed a surge of energy, bending reality itself. Time warped, and for a moment, Kael saw glimpses of endless possibilities—futures where he was a hero, a villain, or lost forever.

But there was only one truth that resonated through it all: their fight was far from over.

With a roar, Kael surged forward, his hand igniting with radiant energy. The battle for existence itself had just reached its breaking point.

Fractured Promises