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 warehouse had gone from battlefield to eerie tomb in seconds. Dust swirled in the dim light, settling over the broken crates and splintered wood like a shroud. Aeris's pulse thundered in her ears as her eyes darted around, searching for the source of the whisper.

Kael's grip tightened on the hilt of his blade, every muscle taut and ready. "Who's there?" His voice cut sharply through the silence, echoing off cold concrete walls.

From the corner of the room, shadows shifted unnaturally — elongated and twisting as if alive. Aeris felt a chill crawl up her spine, the air growing heavy, suffocating almost.

Suddenly, a figure emerged — tall, cloaked in dark robes that seemed to absorb the weak light, face hidden beneath a hood. The room grew colder with his approach, breath visible in the frosty air.

"Elara wasn't lying," the figure said, voice like gravel scraping stone. "The Architect's power is no longer bound by mere time — it's within reach."

Kael stepped forward, blade gleaming, eyes blazing with defiance. "Show yourself. Who are you?"

With a slow, deliberate movement, the figure pulled back his hood, revealing a face marked by scars and cold, calculating eyes — a man Aeris recognized instantly. It was Draven, the Architect's most feared lieutenant, rumored dead but clearly very much alive.

Aeris's heart clenched. Draven was the nightmare they had hoped was buried.

Draven smiled, a cruel, twisted thing. "I've been watching. Waiting for the perfect moment to strike."

He lifted a hand, and suddenly the ground beneath them trembled. Cracks spiderwebbed across the concrete floor as blue energy surged from his fingertips, pulsing with ominous power.

"Run, if you want to live," he sneered. "But the Rift will devour everything — including you."

Kael lunged, but Draven was faster, vanishing in a flash of shadow only to reappear behind him, a dagger aimed at his throat. Aeris screamed, leaping forward to knock the blade aside.

The room exploded into chaos again, the air thick with danger and desperation.

Then, as if from nowhere, the pendant on Elara's chest began to glow fiercely, casting a brilliant light that pushed back the shadows.

Draven's eyes widened in shock. "No... that artifact — it shouldn't have awakened!"

Before anyone could react, the ground beneath them shattered — a chasm splitting open, swallowing Elara whole.

Kael reached out, but it was too late.

Aeris stared into the abyss, breathless.

The pendant's light flickered once — then went out.

"Elara!" Aeris's scream was swallowed by the darkness as the chasm sealed itself, leaving only silence... and a single, unanswered question.

What secrets did that pendant hold — and what had just been unleashed?

Shadows in the Ruins