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 pulsed beneath their feet, a living scar in the fabric of existence—its uneven edges shimmering with fractured light and shadow. The battle had left the air electric, crackling with residual energy that hummed like distant thunder.

Kael stood at the center, every muscle taut, eyes sharp as he scanned the horizon. The shadowy figure from before had vanished like a ghost, but its chilling words echoed in his mind.

Aeris crouched beside him, her hands glowing faintly as she tapped into the Rift's residual magic, searching for traces, clues. The energy flickered, revealing fragmented visions—snippets of forgotten pasts and futures that might never come to be.

A sudden tremor shook the ground. A jagged crack tore through the Rift's surface, glowing veins of unstable power snaking outward.

"We're running out of time," Aeris said, her voice tight with urgency. "The Rift is collapsing faster than we anticipated."

Kael's jaw clenched. "Then we have to reach the source — the heart of this fracture — before it consumes everything."

As they moved forward, shadows whispered secrets — haunting echoes of lives lost and choices undone. Every step felt heavier, as if the Rift itself resisted their presence.

Suddenly, a piercing scream shattered the silence. A figure emerged from the flickering shadows, twisted and broken, eyes hollow yet burning with desperate resolve.

"Help me," the stranger gasped, clutching a pendant glowing with faint, familiar light.

Kael and Aeris exchanged a look — this was no random victim. This was a key, a thread that might unravel or mend the tangled fate they fought to protect.

The Rift trembled violently, as if sensing the fragile balance was about to shatter.

"Brace yourself," Kael warned, drawing his blade once more.

The fractured echoes of time swirled around them — a storm ready to tear them apart or forge them anew.

As old wounds bleed into new battles, the true enemy steps forward — relentless, cunning, and closer than ever. Will Kael and Aeris survive the chaos, or will the Rift's fracture swallow them whole?

Fractured Echoes