The Mighty Guardians.

Kurt Rodriguez, a celebrated bike racing champion, finds his life irrevocably altered by a series of chilling nightmares. As he grapples with these disturbing visions, fate introduces him to Leyla Summers, a woman shrouded in mystery, possessing abilities beyond human comprehension. What starts as a chance encounter quickly spirals into a journey far stranger than either could have imagined, forcing them to confront hidden truths about their world and themselves. Dive into a thrilling narrative where the line between reality and the supernatural blurs, and ancient secrets threaten to unravel their very existence.

The Mighty Guardians.

Kurt Rodriguez, a celebrated bike racing champion, finds his life irrevocably altered by a series of chilling nightmares. As he grapples with these disturbing visions, fate introduces him to Leyla Summers, a woman shrouded in mystery, possessing abilities beyond human comprehension. What starts as a chance encounter quickly spirals into a journey far stranger than either could have imagined, forcing them to confront hidden truths about their world and themselves. Dive into a thrilling narrative where the line between reality and the supernatural blurs, and ancient secrets threaten to unravel their very existence.

The roar of the crowd was a familiar symphony, the scent of burning rubber and adrenaline, his perfume. Kurt Rodriguez, champion of the yearly Bike Racing Championship, smirked, soaking in the adulation. The host's voice boomed, announcing his victory, and he walked onto the stage, the gleaming trophy cool in his hands.

He kissed the trophy, a ritual, then accepted the oversized check. Cameras flashed, blinding him for a split second. But when his vision cleared, the faces in the crowd contorted, shifting into grotesque, horned monsters with bloodied fangs and claws. Panic clawed at his throat.

“Son, why did you do that?” a voice, chillingly familiar, whispered from below. He looked down. Instead of the trophy, he held his father's severed head, its eyes wide with accusation. “Why did you behead me? I am your father.”

The dream dissolved into a metallic taste, a suffocating hunger. Kurt jolted awake, tumbling from his bed, heart hammering against his ribs. He scrambled to the bathroom, vomiting until his stomach ached and the phantom taste of blood finally faded. It was just a nightmare, he told himself, but the images, raw and visceral, clung to his mind.