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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

Silent Ruins Beneath a Crimson Sky

The dawn broke unevenly over the shattered cityscape, bleeding through jagged ruins like molten fire. Crimson and gold streaked the sky, casting long, twisting shadows across collapsed towers and cracked streets littered with echoes of forgotten lives.

Kael stood at the edge of a collapsed plaza, the wind tugging at his cloak, carrying whispers of a thousand fractured timelines.

The air smelled of dust and electricity — a silent warning.

Aeris moved beside him, her eyes scanning the horizon as if trying to catch the fading threads of a lost moment.

The silence between them was heavy — not with absence, but with the weight of unspoken fears.

A sudden ripple of static danced at the edge of perception, a faint disturbance in the timeline's fragile weave.

Kael's fingers brushed the pendant around his neck, an anchor tethered to hope.

From the shadows of the ruins, figures began to emerge — allies and enemies alike drawn by the shifting tides of power.

Dray appeared, his robes torn, eyes blazing with fierce determination.

"The Paradox Guild is moving faster than we predicted. Their fractures multiply — each one a dagger aimed at the heart of reality."

Aeris nodded, summoning a swirling orb of light in her palm.

"Then we meet them head-on. Before the fractures become irreparable."

The first strike came like a thunderclap — a storm of fractured realities colliding in a blaze of chaos.

Kael leapt into the fray, his sword slicing through shards of warped time, each strike echoing with the weight of countless lost futures.

Aeris danced among the chaos, weaving light and shadow into barriers and blades, her power a tempest of fierce grace.

Around them, the battlefield shimmered with distortion — time bending, folding, threatening to tear itself apart.

Amid the battle, Kael locked eyes with a figure stepping from a ripple in the air — a fractured version of himself, eyes cold and hard as broken glass.

"You don't belong here," Kael growled.

The other smiled, a twisted mirror.

"I'm every choice you didn't make. Every path you refused."

The clash was brutal and relentless, the ground beneath them fracturing with each collision of wills.

Kael and Aeris fought side by side, their bond a beacon amid the chaos, but even their combined strength could not stem the tide alone.

As the dawn bled fully into day, the ruins around them groaned — reality itself crying out in pain.

Breathing hard, Kael met Aeris's gaze, finding in her eyes the reflection of his own fierce resolve.

"We won't let the Rift consume us."

She nodded, shadows swirling like wings behind her.

As the sun rose higher, the battlefield became a war-torn tapestry of light and shadow, hope and despair — a fractured dawn where every moment could shatter or heal.

And in the heart of the storm, Kael and Aeris stood unyielding, ready to face whatever came next.

The Fractured Dawn