Beware the almighty 'Seer' who wanders the Murim. He knows all and sees all. The seer can predict the future and his predictions have never before been wrong. Those who heed his advice may be given a second chance while for all the others who don't... impeding doom awaits. The seer's words are absolute. How might you recognize him you ask...? There have been rumors of this man clad in black whose eyes shine a clean crimson glare right through his hermit hat when provoked. He is also rumored to be carrying a Demonic Sword. And if the rumors are to be believed he is actually quite young. P.S.: Yes, I am aware that the title might have turned out a bit inaccurate. Forgive this junior.
"From afar, a fragrance pure,
Like blossoms kissed by morning dew,
A scent so sweet, so rich, so sure,
It tempts my heart to long for you.
But oh, this mask, it hides the sight,
What beauty lies beneath, unknown—
Like stars concealed by clouds at night,
You leave me lost, yet not alone.
So I yearn, I hope, I dare to ask,
What treasures wait behind that veil?
What secrets hide beneath your mask?
For just one glimpse, I'd face all hell. "
"Ah, crap, here we go..." the Seer murmured in frustration and deep sigh, his voice barely above a whisper as he watched the scene unfold before him.