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 glowing strands of timelines twisted around them like serpents, each shimmering thread revealing a glimpse of a possible future—some filled with hope, others drowned in despair.

Kael reached out, his fingers brushing against one. The vision flashed instantly—a world where Aeris was lost to darkness, her light extinguished forever. His breath caught.

Aeris's eyes met his, fierce and unyielding. "We won't let that happen. Not now. Not ever."

The Weaver's voice slithered through the void. "Your defiance is admirable… but futile. For every thread you save, another will break. The more you grasp, the more the tapestry tears."

Dray appeared beside them, his hands glowing with arcane energy. "We can't fight this with brute force alone. We need to unravel the pattern, find the core."

Kael nodded, swallowing the weight of countless possible endings crushing down on him. "Then we dive deeper—into the heart of chaos itself."

Aeris's aura flared, lighting up the darkness like a burning comet. "Together."

The strands converged around them, pulling them into a swirling vortex of light and shadow. Time fractured around their senses—the past, present, and futures crashing into one another in a dizzying storm.

Yet amid the chaos, their bond remained the anchor—a fragile, burning thread of choice and hope against the infinite dark.

As they plunged forward, the Weaver's voice followed them like a ghost. "Remember—some threads are not meant to be saved. Some sacrifices must be made… or all will be lost."

Threads of Fate