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 crimson sky fractured like broken glass above them, shards of light cascading in every direction — a vivid tapestry of chaos, mirroring the storm inside Aeris's heart.

She stared at Kael, the man who stood before her, but now seemed a stranger draped in shadows.

His eyes, once steady and warm, flickered like dying embers. They avoided her gaze.

"Who… is she?" Aeris's voice was barely a whisper, trembling yet fierce. "Who did you choose over me?"

Kael swallowed hard, jaw tightening. The world around them blurred; the garden, the fog, the endless ticking of broken clocks — everything faded except the weight of his silence.

The boy's silver hair shimmered under the unnatural light, eyes cold but piercing. He stepped forward, voice low yet sharp.

"She's the other Aeris — the one Kael abandoned to save this timeline."

Aeris's heart clenched. A tidal wave of confusion and rage crashed inside her.

"Abandoned?" Her voice cracked, tears pooling at the corners of her eyes.

Kael's fists clenched, knuckles whitening as he struggled against the invisible chains of memory and regret.

"It wasn't supposed to happen like this."

The Historian watched, an enigmatic smile curling his lips, eyes glinting like shards of glass reflecting every possible future.

"Choices carve destiny, Kael. And every choice has a cost."

A sudden gust of wind whipped through the garden, carrying whispers—faint voices of lost promises and broken dreams.

Aeris took a step forward, trembling but resolute.

"Then tell me. Tell me everything."

Kael's gaze finally met hers — raw, haunted.

He took a deep breath, the sound hollow and heavy.

"Back then... the Rift was stronger. It was tearing us apart — the timelines, the memories, the very fabric of who we were."

"I had to choose. Save one Aeris, or risk losing both."

Aeris swallowed hard, heart pounding painfully.

Before Kael could answer, a sudden crack echoed through the air.

The Historian lifted his hand, and the world shuddered.

Shadows stretched like tendrils, creeping toward them.

"Enough talk. Time to witness the truth."

The garden dissolved into a swirling vortex of memories.

Images flashed — a younger Kael holding two Aerises, their faces desperate, pleading.

One Aeris reached out, her eyes filled with hope and fear.

The other turned away, tears streaming, disappearing into darkness.

Aeris gasped, clutching her chest as the truth slammed into her like a tidal wave.

"I lost her… because I hesitated."

The Historian stepped closer, voice cold as ice.

"And now, history threatens to repeat itself."

Suddenly, the boy screamed, clutching his head as reality warped.

"The Rift... it's breaking loose. If this memory fractures… timelines will collapse."

Kael grabbed Aeris's hand, gripping tightly.

Aeris nodded, fierce determination lighting her eyes.

But before they could move, a shadowy figure appeared behind Kael — tall, cloaked in darkness, face hidden.

The shadow stepped forward — revealing a face that mirrored Kael's, but twisted by rage and betrayal.

The mirror Kael smiled cruelly.

"You thought you could escape your past? You were wrong."

The Face Behind the Flame