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 sky above remained a fractured canvas—now a dull charcoal gray, heavy with unseen storms threatening to break. Wisps of fog curled around shattered ruins, remnants of a civilization swallowed by time and conflict. Every shattered column and cracked stone whispered secrets long buried.

Kael and Aeris tread cautiously through the skeletal remains of an ancient temple, its faded runes glowing faintly beneath their feet. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and forgotten magic, an oppressive silence broken only by the soft crunch of gravel beneath their boots.

Suddenly, a cold breeze swept through the corridor, carrying with it a chorus of distant voices—echoes from the past that clawed at their minds like icy fingers. The walls themselves seemed to breathe, shadows slithering along the carved reliefs, forming shapes both terrifying and familiar.

Aeris shivered despite the warmth of her cloak. "It's the Past Realm," she whispered, voice barely audible. "This place feeds on memories—both cherished and cursed."

Kael's eyes narrowed as a faint glow flickered ahead—an apparition coalescing in the gloom. It was a figure from his own shattered history: a younger Kael, eyes wide with hope and innocence, reaching out as if to grasp something just beyond reach.

"Don't let it trap you," Aeris warned, tightening her grip on her amulet. "The Past Realm shows only what you fear to lose."

Suddenly, the younger Kael's form shattered like glass, replaced by a darker shadow—twisted, angry, bearing the scars of betrayal. It lunged forward, claws dripping with shadowy tendrils that snaked toward Kael's heart.

Kael dodged, slashing his sword through the air. Light met shadow in a brilliant clash, sparks scattering like fireflies in the dusk. Aeris stepped forward, summoning radiant threads that wove a protective shield around them both.

But the shadows were relentless, creeping in from all sides, whispering lies and regrets, threatening to engulf them in eternal darkness.

"We must face the truth," Aeris said fiercely, eyes blazing. "Only by embracing the past can we break its hold."

As they stood back-to-back, surrounded by swirling memories and shadowy specters, a chilling realization dawned: their greatest enemy might not be outside—but within themselves.

In a realm where memories can kill, will Kael and Aeris find strength in their shared past — or will the shadows tear them apart forever?

Shadows of the Past