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 shimmered with electric tension as the Rift trembled beneath their feet—a vast chasm of swirling colors and fractured memories, stretching infinitely into a kaleidoscope of broken realities. Jagged cracks pulsed with wild energy, veins of iridescent blue and violet slicing through the darkness like lightning caught in glass.

Kael stood at the edge, the cold wind whipping his dark hair, eyes narrowed against the blinding flashes. The horizon bent and warped, scenes folding over one another like a collapsing prism. Every heartbeat echoed loudly—sharp, desperate.

Aeris hovered beside him, her form glowing with a pale, ghostly light that flickered like a fragile candle flame in a storm. Wisps of ethereal energy curled around her fingers, each tendril glowing as if alive, searching for a way to stabilize the chaos.

Suddenly, a burst of fractured light exploded in the distance, showering sparks that drifted down like burning stars. The shards floated in the air—crystalline fragments of shattered memories, flickering with scenes of loss and hope, betrayal and redemption.

Kael reached out, his hand slicing through the shards, the sharp edges humming with raw power. His eyes caught a fleeting image—a moment of Aeris laughing, radiant and free, before the shadows crept in.

"This place... it's bleeding memories," he muttered, voice thick with unspoken pain.

Aeris's gaze locked on his, her eyes reflecting a storm of emotions. "We have to hold onto the light, even if it's broken."

With a fierce determination, she raised her hands, weaving strands of glowing energy into a shimmering net that stretched between them. The fractured light began to pulse in response, drawn like moths to a flame—fragile, trembling, but alive.

Kael's heart pounded as the net pulsed brighter, the Rift's violent tremors slowing, the chaos yielding to their combined will. But even as order returned, a shadow flickered in the corner of his vision—something watching, waiting, a whisper of betrayal lurking beneath the fragile calm.

The shattered light was healing—but for how long?

The Rift's battle is far from over. Will Kael and Aeris's fragile hope withstand the coming storm?

Shattered Light