In a very far distance between the narrow alleys and ancient buildings lay the seer's chambers. The air inside was thick with incense, casting an aura over the room. The seer, a frail old man with wise eyes, sat cross-legged on a plush cushion in the centre of the space. His hands were adorned with intricate silver rings, each one a token of the many visions he had foreseen.

As the seer murmured ancient incantations, the room suddenly filled with a blinding light. The seer's eyes widened in ...