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.
Suicide =/ Ritual Suicide
"A bit late to the party..." the Seer spoke as loudly as he could, his voice drowned by his own blood as he hung upside down, tangled in chains. Chains that could break any moment, threatening to send the Seer plummeting into the pits of lava pooled beneath him, down at the depths of the volcano's core.
Ling Yue, injured and in a condition not much better than the Seer's, tried to rush to his aid but was blocked by invisible barriers. A set of arrays kept Ling Yue trapped in a glass cubicle on the farthest side from the Seer.
A bunch of buttons and levers lay in front of her, with no way to break the barrier—not with her current strength, and not with the limited time she had as the entire facility teetered on the brink of collapse.
"Met your maid..." the Seer spoke, almost as if he was drunk. "Should have killed her. You wouldn't be here otherwise. Thought she would have enough brains to guide you outside..."