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 vortex roared around them like a tempest unleashed from the very core of the universe. Kael's breath came in sharp bursts, his senses assaulted by flickering colors and strange echoes that bounced off invisible walls. Aeris clung to his arm, her eyes wide and shimmering with determination despite the dizzying fall.

Around them, the swirling storm twisted light and shadow into impossible shapes—towering spires of fractured glass, rivers of liquid starlight that flowed upward, and shadows that seemed to reach out like living fingers. The Rift's heart was not a place but a living labyrinth of memories and raw power, its pulse syncing with their very souls.

Kael's fingers sparked as he reached out instinctively, trying to grasp the intangible currents. The energy was wild, unpredictable — but he could feel it responding to his will. "Stay close," he commanded, voice steady despite the chaos.

Aeris nodded, gripping his wrist as her own powers hummed to life, a soft violet glow radiating from her palms. "We have to find the core," she said, eyes scanning the shifting landscape. "That's where the Rift's fate will be decided."

Suddenly, the vortex shifted violently, and they were thrown onto a narrow crystal bridge stretching over a bottomless abyss. Below, swirling maelstroms of light and dark battled endlessly, reflecting the turmoil within the Rift itself.

A sudden flash of movement caught Aeris's eye. From the shadows emerged twisted figures—phantoms born of the Rift's own memories, their faces distorted with fear and rage. Their translucent forms drifted forward, reaching out with mournful wails that echoed in the empty space.

Kael stepped forward, electricity crackling around his fists. "Back!" His voice boomed as arcs of blue lightning exploded toward the phantoms, dissipating them into shimmering dust. But more emerged, relentless and multiplying.

Aeris's eyes narrowed. She whispered an incantation, sending a wave of violet energy pulsing through the bridge. The phantoms recoiled, their cries faltering. "We can't stop now," she urged, pulling Kael forward.

The bridge ended abruptly at a towering obelisk of swirling energy—pulsing, breathing, alive. This was the Rift's core, the heart of its power and its pain.

Before they could reach it, Selene appeared again, her eyes glowing fiercely. "You don't understand the cost," she warned, raising a hand. The core flared wildly, and tendrils of energy shot out, wrapping around Kael and Aeris, pulling them toward its blinding center.

Kael struggled, sparks flying as his powers fought the force. "We won't be your pawns!" he shouted, pushing against the invisible bonds.

Aeris's voice broke through the chaos, steady and resolute. "We're not here to destroy... but to heal."

The core pulsed violently, sending a shockwave that shattered the crystal bridge. They tumbled into darkness, weightless and falling deeper.

As the void closed in, Kael's last sight was Selene's haunting smile—and a whisper echoing in his mind: "The Rift chooses its champions… but only one will survive."

Descent Into Oblivion