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.
The End Of The Action Sequence.
*Ha haah…*
"Well, that was rough," a weak voice escaped the Seer's throat as he looked up at the nonexistent ceiling, his vision painted red with blood. Above him, the night sky and stars shimmered coldly, indifferent to the carnage below. He stood atop a small mound of bodies—just five or six, piled atop each other. But that wasn't saying much, considering the entire hall was filled to the brim with dead bodies, freshly mutilated corpses of nobles and soldiers alike.
The ground was no longer visible, not because of pooling blood, but due to the sheer number of bodies stacked so closely together that one might think the room had been carpeted with corpses by design.
"You alive, Cao Tang?" the Seer asked, his gaze fixated on the sky, blood in his veins running thin, his thoughts and vision fuzzy.