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 remnants of the shattered battlefield lay beneath a fractured sky, streaked with bruised purples and angry reds, as if the heavens themselves bore witness to the chaos below. Smoke curled lazily from ruined towers, mingling with the lingering scent of ozone and scorched earth.

Kael's blue flames had dimmed to a soft glow, flickering like a fragile heartbeat, but his eyes burned with relentless resolve. Beside him, Aeris cradled her amulet tightly, its violet light pulsing faintly—like a beacon calling from the depths of time.

A whisper drifted through the air—a strange, almost musical resonance that seemed to ripple across the fractured layers of reality. The Rift was speaking.

In that eerie silence, a sudden shiver ran down Aeris's spine. The ground trembled beneath their feet as shimmering cracks spread outward, revealing glimpses of unseen worlds—echoes of moments long past and futures not yet born.

A ghostly figure emerged from the mist, translucent yet unmistakably familiar. It was a memory, a reflection of someone lost to time, eyes wide with warnings unspoken.

"Kael... Aeris..." the apparition's voice was a fragile thread, barely more than a sigh. "The Rift is alive. It feeds on fear, on regret. You must find the Core before it devours everything."

Before they could respond, the figure dissolved into shimmering particles, scattering like stardust on a celestial wind.

Aeris exchanged a glance with Kael, a silent understanding passing between them. This was no longer just a battle of strength or power—it was a race against the very fabric of existence unraveling.

Suddenly, the air thickened. From the shadows, figures moved—enemies, allies, and unknown forces, all converging on this fragile battlefield. The Rift was drawing all threads together, pulling them toward a destiny none could escape.

Kael clenched his fists, flames rekindling in a blaze of fierce determination. "We find the Core. We end this. Together."

Aeris nodded, her voice steady despite the storm around them. "No matter the cost."

As the rift's echoes swirled and twisted around them, they stepped forward—into the heart of the unknown, where fate waited with bated breath.

Echoes in the Rift