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

Lightning ripped across the obsidian sky, illuminating the shattered remnants of the ancient city sprawled beneath them. Every broken column and cracked statue whispered of a civilization undone by time—and betrayal.

Kael stood at the edge of the crumbling precipice, his silhouette sharp against the storm. Rain hammered down like a relentless drumbeat, soaking through his cloak, freezing his skin, but his eyes burned with fierce resolve.

Behind him, Aeris emerged from the shadows, her hair plastered to her face, eyes blazing with a storm of her own. "This is it," she said, voice low but fierce. "No more running. No more hiding."

The Rift's energy pulsed violently around them, fracturing reality in swirling tendrils of blue and silver light. The air buzzed with raw power, thick enough to taste, suffocating yet intoxicating.

Suddenly, a deafening crack split the sky as a colossal figure materialized from the storm—a towering enigma cloaked in shadows, eyes like burning embers. The Architect had arrived.

Kael's heart pounded like a war drum. The enemy who had shaped their destinies, twisted their memories, and threatened to shatter time itself now stood before them.

"Your fight ends here," the Architect's voice echoed, cold and unyielding.

Aeris stepped forward, fists clenched, lightning reflecting in her fierce gaze. "We're not afraid of the past… or you."

Kael met her gaze and nodded. In that moment, everything hung on the edge of a knife—the fate of the Rift, their lives, and the fragile hope of redemption.

The storm raged louder, the battle about to begin.

When the walls close in and the enemy stands before you, will courage be enough to break the breaking point?

The Breaking Point