The game of the fourteen gods
They say nightmares fade when the morning comes.
But for Ángel, the morning only proves they were real.
A faint voice. A crimson dream. An orb that should not exist. From the moment he wakes in his own vomit, haunted by visions of death and ruin, Ángel realizes that his life has already been rewritten. The orbs have chosen. The game has begun.
Fourteen players across the world are bound by the same curse: each granted a “gift” born not from divine mercy, but from the deepest wounds of their hearts. The orphan who longed for love. The artist whose work was never seen. The boy in the wheelchair who only wanted to walk. Desire and trauma carved into power, each twisted into something extraordinary—yet cruelly precise.
But these gifts come with a price.
Only a player can kill another player.
And only one will stand at the end.
Ángel’s gift is not strength, not speed, not fire or steel. His gift is knowledge—visions of events yet to unfold, flashes of tragedies before they strike. A power that seems like salvation… until it becomes a curse. How do you live, when you know what tomorrow holds? How do you protect those you love, when even their smallest actions are tangled in fate?
Watching. Waiting. Whispering.
Each player is haunted by a “guide,” a shadow-like being born from the orb itself. They do not help. They do not care. They only watch—cold, inhuman, sometimes appearing in the corner of your dreams, sometimes standing beside your bed when you wake. A reminder: you are never alone. A warning: the game never stops.
Thrown into a web of paranoia, betrayal, and inevitable violence, Ángel must decide if his gift will be his weapon—or his downfall. To survive, he must learn to read not only the future, but the people around him. Every ally hides a secret. Every rival hides a wound. And somewhere in the shifting maze of fate, the line between man and god begins to blur.
This is not a story of heroes.
This is a story of choice, obsession, and the quiet terror of knowing too much.
And above it all, the gods are watching.