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 the Chrono Wastes burned with a thousand dying stars—glowing embers of shattered timelines that twirled like fireflies in a glass jar. Aeris stood at the edge of the temporal void, clutching the silver orb that held Kael's soul spark.

Around her, the air shimmered with a palpable hum, the pulse of time itself waiting to be bent.

Her destination: the Reassembly Ring.

Aeris stepped forward, and the ground beneath her feet dissolved into liquid light. She fell through a tunnel of swirling colors—a vortex of shattered memories and unborn futures.

Inside the tunnel, images flickered past:

She reached out, catching one—a memory of Kael's smile. It burned bright, a beacon to guide her.

She emerged into an expanse unlike any place she had seen.

The Reassembly Ring was a colossal cosmic wheel, floating in the heart of a nebula made of fractured stars and glowing mist. Its spokes were made of living starlight, pulsating with energy that seemed to sing in an alien language.

The Ring was both mechanical and organic—like a heartbeat turned into machinery.

At its center hovered an ancient core, humming with raw power.

Suddenly, three figures stepped from the shadows of the Ring.

Their bodies were translucent, woven from strands of time itself—threads of past, present, and future wrapped around them like armor.

"Who dares enter the Reassembly Ring?" Their voices echoed, layered with centuries of wisdom and sorrow.

"I come for the spark of a soul, lost between moments. I seek to reforge a broken man."

"Such power comes with a price," one whispered, eyes glowing like dying suns."To rebuild the body, you must give a part of yourself."

They raised their hands, and the spokes of the Ring began to spin, faster and faster, creating a vortex of starlight that enveloped Aeris.

Her vision blurred as the orb in her hand glowed intensely.

Images and sensations flooded her mind:

The sting of every wound they had suffered together.

She felt her own life force mingling with the orb's energy.

When the light faded, Aeris found herself standing on a platform at the heart of the Ring.

Before her lay a crystalline cocoon, shimmering with silver and blue threads.

The orb floated above it, pulsing steadily.

Slowly, the cocoon began to crack.

A figure emerged—limp at first, then slowly rising.

Kael's eyes fluttered open, filled with confusion and recognition.

"Aeris?" His voice was weak but real.

Tears streamed down her face as she rushed forward, catching him as he fell into her arms.

"I brought you back," she whispered. "You're whole again."

His hand found hers, their fingers intertwining.

The Reassembly Ring hummed around them—a symphony of rebirth and hope.

But even as they embraced, a shadow lurked at the edge of the nebula…