I watched the whole thing in silence.
I didn't make a sound as Clara talked about prophecies I didn't even know existed.
Darkness, light, chaos, order, dragon, phoenix, nothingness and death.
Oh, and the poem they didn't complete...
In the six thousand hours I've spent playing The Lands of The Lunerra over the past three years, I have no recollection of any of these prophecies.
I squinted slightly, turning my eyes toward the old man standing directly across from Clara.
Chazon.
No information about his last name. Simply... Chazon.
His skills other than Clairvoyance, or his statistics... These are also unknown.
Even his real age is a mystery.
His existence is a knot of mystery, hidden from the entire planet with great interest.
But, simply put... he is the oldest seer on Lunerra.
A seer who serves on behalf of the Cevilian.
"Even though I trusted you, I had a shred of doubt..."
