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 Rift trembled violently, its fractured edges glowing a furious crimson, as if time itself was bleeding out. Kael's senses sharpened, every heartbeat syncing with the chaotic pulse around him. The weight of countless shattered futures pressed down like a storm on his shoulders.

Aeris stood beside him, her eyes a swirling vortex of starlight and shadow, her fingers crackling with raw power that threatened to unravel her very essence. The echo of the Architect's voice lingered—a cold promise of annihilation.

"Kael, we must hold the line. This is the final fracture. If it breaks, all timelines collapse into oblivion."

He nodded, though doubt clawed inside. The Rift's warped corridors shifted unpredictably; every step felt like crossing the edge of an abyss.

From the darkness, the Architect materialized—a towering figure cloaked in radiant light and darkness, his form flickering like a broken hologram. His gaze was merciless, a judge sentencing creation itself.

"You defy order, and now you will witness the end of chaos," he declared, voice echoing with absolute finality.

Kael's fist ignited with golden energy, a manifestation of every choice, every sacrifice he had made. "This isn't chaos. It's life. It's freedom. And it's ours to fight for."

Aeris chanted softly, her voice weaving a delicate thread through the collapsing space-time, stitching broken moments together. Lyra's hands shone with an ethereal glow, her youthful determination a beacon amid the storm.

Suddenly, the Rift shattered again, and they were thrown into a realm beyond time—a place where memories, dreams, and futures collided in a kaleidoscope of colors and emotions.

Kael's mind raced. Could they repair this infinite fracture? Or was this the end?

He locked eyes with Aeris, their souls intertwining in a silent vow: no matter the cost, they would fight for every stolen tomorrow.

The battle for existence was no longer about survival — it was about reclaiming hope itself.

The Edge of Infinity