The "Wheel of Divinity".
That was the name of the most famous game ever created.
Mystery, romance, horror… action.
A world where gods existed — and humans dared to become one of them.
But there was something few people knew.
For some… it was never just a game.
— So what you're telling me… is that this world… is a game?
Remiel's voice echoed among the floating islands of the Aether Continent, filled with doubt.
— It's not "like a game"… — the figure in front of him replied calmly.
— It is the game.
The wind grew stronger.
— People have been brought here. Transmigrators… players who disappeared… and regressors.
— Regressors…?
— Those who failed the Wheel of Divinity… and returned in time to try again.
Silence.
Remiel closed his eyes for a moment.
Something inside him… trembled.
It wasn't fear.
It was… familiarity.
As if those words were awakening something long forgotten.
— And me? — he asked, opening his eyes slowly. — What am I?
This time…
The figure didn't answer immediately.
Their gaze changed.
From curiosity…
to something deeper.
More cautious.
— You are not a player.
The air seemed to freeze.
— Nor a transmigrator… nor a regressor.
Remiel's heart beat faster.
Fragments of memories began to surface—
Chains.
Darkness.
A presence… overwhelming.
— You… — the figure's voice lowered —
were sealed.
The world around him seemed to distort for a brief moment.
— Thousands of years ago.
A heavy silence fell.
— Something happened… and your seal broke.
Remiel placed a hand on his chest.
His body… was reacting.
As if it was waking up.
As if it had always been asleep.
— That's impossible… — the figure murmured. — What was sealed… should never return.
Remiel's eyes reflected the empty sky.
But deep within them…
something ancient stared back.
At that moment, no one knew.
Not the players.
Not the regressors.
Not even the gods.
That something forgotten by time…
had awakened.
And when the Wheel of Divinity began to turn once more—
It would not guide Remiel.
It would be…
trying to contain him.