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 hung heavy with the scent of wilting violets and burnt ash, the garden around them suspended between life and decay. Kael's breath came in shallow gasps, his heart pounding like a war drum against his ribs. Aeris stood beside him, her violet aura flickering like a fragile candle in the gathering darkness.

Selene's words echoed, haunting and merciless: "You have passed the trials… but the Rift demands one final sacrifice."

Kael's eyes locked onto hers—an ocean of sorrow, regret, and unspoken fears reflected in her deep gaze. He swallowed hard, feeling the crushing weight of impossible choices pressing down on his chest.

"What sacrifice?" Aeris's voice was barely a whisper, trembling yet defiant.

Selene stepped forward, her silhouette framed by shards of fractured light. Her hands clasped tightly before her, knuckles white, as if she too wrestled with the agony of the moment.

"The Rift can only be sealed if one soul is offered to bind its fractures—forever lost in the void. That soul must be willing. Or the collapse will consume all realities."

Kael's jaw clenched. The reality of the situation crashed down like a tidal wave—one of them had to disappear.

Kael's gaze flickered to Aeris. The soft glow of her violet eyes cut through the darkness like a beacon. She stood tall, unyielding, but he saw the flicker of fear that mirrored his own.

He reached out, fingers trembling, and grasped her hand tightly. The warmth from her palm grounded him amid the chaos swirling around.

"Aeris," Kael began, voice raw, "we can't let the Rift destroy everything we've fought for. But I won't lose you."

Aeris squeezed his hand back, strength emanating through their linked fingers. "We face this together. Whatever it takes."

Suddenly, the ground beneath them trembled violently, cracks snaking out like veins across the garden floor. Dark shadows writhed within the fissures, hungry, grasping.

Selene's voice cracked with emotion. "I've seen too many worlds fall. I won't lose you both. But the Rift demands balance—it's merciless."

She lifted her hands, palms glowing with ethereal energy. A shimmering cage of light began to form around Kael and Aeris, locking their movements in place.

"You must decide now. Before the Rift consumes all."

Kael's eyes darted between Selene and the growing cracks, and then to Aeris's unwavering gaze. Time slowed as his mind raced for an answer.

From the shadows emerged a figure cloaked in half-light—the Architect, his form flickering with sinister grace. His eyes gleamed like twin stars of malice and hope.

"One life to mend a thousand. Choose, Kael. Or watch all you love be erased."

Kael's breath hitched. Every muscle tensed. His hand clenched into a fist, nails digging into his palm.

Suddenly, Aeris stepped forward, her violet glow blazing fiercely.

"No," she said firmly. "I won't let you do this alone."

Kael shook his head, desperation breaking through his stoicism. "Aeris, I won't—"

She cut him off, voice steady but fierce: "Together. We face it. We decide it."

They turned toward the glowing hatch of white light—the path that led beyond the Rift's grasp. But as they stepped closer, the air shimmered, distorting violently.

The Architect raised his hand, and reality ruptured.

Suddenly, Kael and Aeris were torn apart—dragged into two separate corridors that screamed with their names.

Kael's voice echoed faintly through the void, "Aeris! No—"

Aeris's silhouette flickered, her eyes wide with fear and determination. "Kael, don't give up!"

Kael slammed into darkness, breathless and alone, the weight of silence suffocating him.

Suddenly, from the abyss, a whisper echoed—soft but chilling.

"Your sacrifice is not yet over… The Rift's true price awaits."

The darkness pulsed, and an unseen force gripped Kael's heart with icy fingers.

The Weight of a Choice