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 air around them was thick with tension — an electric pulse that thrummed through the bones of the shattered cityscape.

Kael stood at the edge of the fractured precipice, the first pale light of dawn bleeding through jagged clouds. The sky was a shifting canvas of rose and steel, the calm before a storm that no one could predict.

Behind him, Aeris hovered, her eyes reflecting the awakening world, but shadowed by the heavy burden within.

"We can't delay any longer," Kael said, voice low but steady. "The Rift is destabilizing faster than we thought."

Aeris's gaze flickered to the horizon where distant tremors rippled through the air like shockwaves. The fractured timelines were tearing open wider.

Within the depths of the Echo Cradle, their allies gathered — a mosaic of fractured selves and ancient beings, bound by shared fate.

Dray's fingers traced glowing runes in the air, weaving threads of protection as the council debated their next move.

"The Rift Lords' arrival means one thing," Dray intoned gravely. "They seek to reclaim the Rift Core — and with it, ultimate dominion over all timelines."

Kael's jaw tightened. His fractured selves flickered around him like ghosts — each carrying the weight of choices made and unmade.

From the shadows, Veyra stepped forward, her fractured form pulsing with a mix of shadow and light.

"The Heartstone is more than a shard," she said, voice echoing. "It is the Rift's memory — and its final hope."

Kael looked at the crystalline fragment, its prismatic light casting shards of color onto the broken ground.

"Then we use it to heal the Rift?" Aeris asked, hope and doubt battling in her tone.

Veyra nodded. "But it demands a sacrifice — a tether to the core that can never be severed."

Kael and Aeris exchanged a glance heavy with unspoken truth.

"We've fought to keep our futures alive," Kael said quietly. "But some things... must be given up to save what matters."

Aeris reached out, her hand warm against his.

As they approached the heart of the Rift, the world around them twisted — timelines folding like origami, memories unraveling and reforming in an endless dance.

The Rift Lords emerged, their forms towering and terrible, eyes burning with the cold logic of eternity.

"Your defiance ends here," one hissed, voice like the grinding of galaxies.

Kael and Aeris stood side by side, their hands gripping the Heartstone between them, a beacon of fractured hope.

"No," Aeris declared, voice ringing like a bell. "This ends with choice — not control."

With a pulse that shook the core of reality, the Heartstone flared — casting a radiant web of light and shadow that rippled through every fractured timeline.

The Rift Lords screamed, their forms dissolving into echoes as the Rift began to heal.

Kael and Aeris felt the tether bind to them — a heavy weight, but one carried with love and defiance.

As light flooded the multiverse, Kael whispered,

"We've given the Rift a chance to live... and so have we."

Aeris smiled, tears shining like stars.

"No matter what comes next, we are more than our past. We are the future."

The first true dawn of the healed timelines washed over them, a promise whispered on the wind.

The Rift’s Reckoning