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 shattered remnants of the Rift shimmered around Kael and Aeris like ghostly memories, fragments of realities that once were and those that might never be. The air hummed with an eerie stillness, punctuated only by distant whispers—echoes of lost souls trapped between the folds of time.

Aeris crouched, her fingers tracing the faint, glowing runes etched into the cracked stones beneath them. Each symbol pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat, whispering secrets of a forgotten era. The runes began to glow brighter, casting an ethereal light that flickered like candle flames in the dimness.

"These are remnants of the Ancients," Aeris murmured, eyes wide. "They left behind fragments of their power... but it's corrupted. It's feeding off the Rift's chaos."

Kael's gaze swept the horizon—where the fractured landscape twisted unnaturally, warped by unseen forces. Jagged shards of glass-like reality floated suspended in the air, reflecting glimpses of lives long gone and futures yet to come. One shard flickered, showing a younger Aeris laughing—a moment of innocence now lost to time.

Suddenly, a low, mournful wail echoed from the depths below—a sound both haunting and sorrowful. Shadows coalesced into shapes—spectral figures reaching out with translucent hands, their faces etched with longing and despair.

Kael instinctively raised his sword, its temporal blade glowing a soft blue as it cut through the mist. "Lost souls," he said, voice grim. "Trapped between worlds, unable to move on."

Aeris stood, summoning a sphere of radiant light that pulsed in sync with her heartbeat. "We have to free them. Only then can the Rift begin to heal."

As they moved forward, the ground beneath them fractured again, revealing a vast cavern glowing with swirling blue energy. At its center lay an ancient relic—a crystal heart pulsating with power, cracked but alive.

Kael reached out, and the moment his fingers touched the crystal, visions flooded his mind: battles fought and lost, promises broken, the relentless march of time grinding everything to dust.

Aeris's voice was barely a whisper: "This heart holds the key. If we can restore it, maybe… just maybe, we can close the Rift."

But as their hands hovered over the crystal, a sudden tremor shook the cavern. From the shadows, a figure stepped forward—cloaked, eyes glowing with a cold, merciless light.

"The past is not so easily forgotten," the stranger hissed. "And the future belongs to those who take it."

Kael and Aeris exchanged a tense glance, the weight of the coming battle pressing down on them like the crushing void itself.

In a world fractured by time, where echoes of the lost call for redemption, will they rise to face a new darkness—or be swallowed by the shadows forever?

Echoes of the Lost