The Seer's voice, calm and unyielding, faded into a chilling silence that hung in the air, echoing across every screen, every device, every corner of the globe. His words—the prophecy of the earthquake in China in 15 days and the volcanic eruption in American waters in 8 days—left a stunned, heavy quiet in their wake, even as his masked image remained on screen, piercingly present.
In China – Along the Coast and Inland Cities: For billions in China, the impact was immediate and profound. The visual of the island rising, followed by the specific dates and locations of catastrophe, hammered home with terrifying precision.
In a bustling Shanghai café, chopsticks froze mid-air. Faces, a moment before animated with conversation, were now pale and slack-jawed, eyes fixed on the Seer's image. A spilled cup of tea went unnoticed. "Did he say... earthquake?" a young woman whispered, her voice barely audible, the terror just beginning to blossom in her eyes. Around her, a collective intake of breath, then a few nervous coughs, as the full weight of the prophecy settled over them. In Beijing's high-rise government offices, stared at the Seer, their disbelief crumbling under the weight of his specific, undeniable claims. Fingers paused over phones, minds racing, struggling to comprehend the audacity, the impossibility, of a pre-announced, geologically impossible disaster.
In the United States – Coastal Regions and Washington D.C.: Across America, the sheer impossibility of what they were hearing warred with the chilling precision of the threats.
In a diner in Seattle, a spoon clattered to the floor, forgotten. Patrons, who had been watching the inexplicable events unfold, now simply stared at the television screen, their expressions a mix of awe and burgeoning terror. "Volcano... American waters?" a man muttered, his eyes wide. The casual, everyday sounds of the diner seemed to mute, replaced by the frantic beating of their own hearts as the words sank in. In the Pentagon, generals leaned closer to screens, their faces etched with a dawning horror. The digital breaches, those were threats they understood, however unprecedented. But a prophecy? A volcano, named and dated, by a digital entity? It defied all logic, all their training. A senior analyst slammed his fist on the table, not in anger, but in sheer, bewildered frustration. "This is... impossible!"
The masked figure, having laid bare its unsettling claims, paused. The global tension was a suffocating blanket, thick with disbelief and a primal fear. The Seer had made his pronouncements, and now, it was time for the world to witness.
The modulated voice returned, cutting through the strained silence. "You may still doubt," the Seer stated, its tone unwavering. "Even with the evidence of my absolute digital control, even with the visions of your future I have shown you, your minds will cling to skepticism. Very well."
The background on every screen worldwide shifted, no longer displaying countdowns to distant events, but a single, terrifying visual: a real-time, satellite-view map of the East China Sea, with a specific set of coordinates highlighted.
"Then I will give you immediate, undeniable proof," the Seer declared, its voice gaining an almost surgical precision. "You are witnessing this broadcast on Friday, June 6, 2025. Look now to the East China Sea. At the coordinates displayed on your screen."
A new digital counter materialized on the display, stark and unforgiving: 00:15:00.
"In precisely fifteen minutes from now," the Seer announced, his voice devoid of emotion, "an entirely new landmass will begin to emerge from the ocean depths. This will not be a trick of light. This will not be a special effect. This will be a fundamental geological shift, witnessed by your own sensors, your own satellites, your own eyes."
The map zoomed in, showing the vast, empty expanse of water, waiting.
"This is not merely a geological anomaly," the Seer continued, the hum deepening, building an unbearable anticipation. "This is a profound event. This new land, and another, smaller rise in East china sea, will possess unique properties. The air, the water—they will be different. They will be nurturing to human bodies in a way no other place on your planet is. They are crucibles for evolution. The birthplaces of those I call the Lumin."
The countdown on the screen ticked down mercilessly: 00:14:30… 00:14:29…
"If you still disbelieve my foresight," the Seer challenged, its voice piercing the global tension, "then observe this first miracle. Observe the emergence of the Lumin's first home. And then, you will prepare yourselves, for the greater proofs will follow. The volcano in 8 days. The earthquake in 15 days. Your denial ends now."
The broadcast lingered on the satellite map, the relentless timer a visual drumbeat to the unfolding, impossible reality. Across the globe, billions of eyes were riveted, minds struggling to process the impossible, as the seconds drained away, leading them towards an undeniable truth that would shatter their world forever.