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 overhead was a swirling tempest of violet and gold, fractured streaks of lightning illuminating the jagged edges of the crumbling citadel. The air vibrated with raw energy, thick enough to taste, as Kael and Aeris stood face-to-face with the enigmatic woman—their uneasy ally.

Her scarred cheek caught the flicker of the storm, a reminder of battles fought and pain endured. "You expect me to trust you," she hissed, voice low but sharp like a blade, "when your actions have shattered the very fabric of reality?"

Aeris stepped forward, her eyes blazing with unyielding determination. "Trust is a risk we must take. If we fracture now, the Paradox Guild will consume everything we hold dear."

Kael's fist clenched as he felt the weight of history pressing down—betrayals past threatening to unravel the fragile bond forming between them.

Lightning flashed, revealing brief glimpses of phantasmal figures—ghosts of timelines lost—dancing at the edge of perception, whispering warnings of doom.

"Prove it," the woman demanded. "Show me you're not just another piece in this game of fate."

From beneath his cloak, Kael revealed a glowing shard pulsating with time-energy—the Heart of the Rift, the key to mending the broken timelines.

The storm raged louder, the ground trembling beneath them as fate's threads tightened.

In that charged moment, choices would either forge an unbreakable alliance or shatter the last hope for salvation.

Shattered Trust