Murim Is Cringe
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.
Black Mamba And Its Councilate
"You're late!" echoed a voice as the seer entered a dark underground room, super simple yet ominously crafted.
It was constructed entirely from black quadrathlon iron, reinforced with multiple arrays to prevent unintended sounds from leaving the room and uninvited guests from entering. A large table stretched out over the majority of the room, covering around seventy percent of the space, with chairs aligned along its borders—some empty, others occupied. Both the table and chairs were made of the same material as the room.
"You dare say that to the high master?" retaliated another voice.
No faces could be seen in the dark room, and little light was present, originating from the gently and very lightly shimmering screen hung on one of the far ends of the room.
The seer entered along with the seven hooligans who took up seats at the table, drawing disapproving glances from those already seated.