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 hung heavy with silence, thick and suffocating, as Kael and Aeris stood amidst the fragile peace they had barely forged. The shards of fractured realities glimmered like distant stars, fragile and fleeting in the vast darkness around them.

But beneath that fragile calm, a sinister presence lurked—an unseen watcher cloaked in shadows, whose cold gaze pierced through the Rift like a blade.

Kael's instincts prickled. He scanned the horizon, eyes narrowing against the encroaching gloom. "We're not alone," he murmured, voice tense like a taut wire.

Aeris's fingers tightened around his arm, her senses humming with restless energy. "The Rift isn't finished with us yet," she whispered. "Something's coming… something worse."

Suddenly, the darkness rippled as tendrils of shadow unfurled from the void like living smoke, curling toward them with deadly intent.

Kael drew his blade, its edge shimmering with ancient runes glowing faintly blue—a stark contrast against the creeping blackness.

"Stay close," he warned, voice steady despite the tightening grip of fear.

The shadows surged forward, their forms twisting and writhing, echoing whispers of forgotten pain and loss.

Aeris raised her hands, channels of chaotic light sparking between her fingertips. "We fight or we fall."

Explosions of light and shadow clashed in the Rift's heart, an epic battle fought not just with weapons but with will and spirit.

But as the conflict raged, Kael caught a glimpse—a figure stepping from the shadows, calm, watching, waiting. Eyes gleamed cold and knowing, a hint of cruel amusement playing at the corners of their lips.

"Your time is running out," the figure said, voice dripping with dark promise.

Kael's grip tightened on his sword, his gaze locked with the stranger's.

In the shadows of shattered time, a new enemy awakens — and the fate of all realities hangs by a thread. Will Kael and Aeris survive the coming storm, or will the Rift claim them forever?

Shadows in the Rift