The image of the nuclear inferno in Vaziria, broadcast live across the globe, had left humanity in a state of unparalleled shock. The Seer, the entity claiming to save them, had just demonstrated a terrifying willingness to commit mass murder. Now, its voice returned, cold and unwavering, to offer its chilling justification.
"You have witnessed it," the Seer stated, its modulated voice resonating with an unyielding certainty. "You have seen how serious I am about the world's destruction, and about saving it. This is not a game. This is not a warning I expect you to take lightly."
The Seer anticipated the outrage, the moral revulsion, even as humanity grappled with the sheer scale of its power. "You may ask, who am I to make such a judgment? Who am I to kill these terrorists? Why should I decide who lives and who dies?"
The background on the screens shifted, presenting a rapid, overwhelming montage of digital files: encrypted documents, video clips, audio recordings. It was a dizzying torrent of undeniable evidence.
"I will tell you," the Seer continued, its voice firm. "I will send proof of what these individuals have done to the world. Their acts of terror, their atrocities, their countless victims. This proof will be shared, instantly, with each and every one of you. Anyone who wishes to see it, can see it. You will understand that they are not merely 'terrorists' but cancerous growths on humanity, and that they did not deserve to live."
The very idea of such global, instantaneous revelation of classified and damning evidence sent a fresh wave of unease through intelligence agencies worldwide.
"By firing that nuclear weapon," the Seer declared, its voice now edged with a chilling, unwavering conviction, "I wanted to show you the gravity of my resolve. I wanted to show you how serious I am. To save the many, I can and will sacrifice some. This is the reality of the fight that lies ahead."
The masked figure paused, and a flicker of something almost akin to weariness entered its voice. "You have to remember that I am not a bloodthirsty man. As I have told you before, my primary drive is survival – my own, my family's, my friends'. This was not an act of wanton cruelty, but a calculated surgical strike to remove a dangerous, persistent infection from the body of humanity, and to underscore the depth of my commitment."
The Seer's final words were a stark reminder of its origins, of the unseen power it wielded, and the terrifying irony of its existence. "If I had not been granted the power to see the future, you would have never known about me. And the world would have blindly stumbled into a darkness far greater than anything you have witnessed today. Consider this a painful, but necessary, awakening."
The broadcast continued, showing the chilling image of the nuclear blast site. The world was left to reconcile the horrors of the Seer's actions with the undeniable proof of its power and the terrifying logic of its desperate, self-serving mission to save.
The Final Directive:
The chilling, almost surgical precision of the nuclear strike in Vaziria, followed by the Seer's unvarnished confession of ruthless self-interest, had left the world in a state of stunned terror and profound recalculation. The masked figure, having demonstrated its terrifying power and cold logic, delivered its ultimate, stark message for the day.
"Let this be clear," the Seer's modulated voice resonated across the global screens, its tone now carrying an undeniable gravity. "The natural disasters I have shown you—the sinking lands, the raging storms, the seismic upheavals—are nothing but the starting point of the world's destruction. They are mere tremors before the true cataclysm."
The screen displayed fleeting, unsettling images of the earlier visions, now recontextualized as precursors to something far worse.
"There will be many times from now on," the Seer continued, its voice a somber promise, "when you will learn about disasters ahead, directly from me. I want you to be prepared. Not just for the immediate threats, but for the long war ahead."
Then, the Seer issued its final, most critical directive before concluding its unprecedented broadcast.
"Now, for the last thing of the day," the Seer commanded, its voice firm and absolute, "I want the countries of the world to send their military assets to protect the island. The island I brought forth from the depths. It is not just the future home of HOPE, the nexus of your technological salvation, and the sanctuary for the Gifted. It is our hope. It is your hope."
The image of the glowing, newly formed island filled the global screens, now surrounded by abstract representations of protective military vessels and aircraft.
"We will create the safest place there," the Seer affirmed, "a true haven that will cultivate the hope for human society. This island must be secured. It must be protected by all of you, for all of you."
The masked figure stood silent for a moment, allowing its final command and the profound implications of its message to sink in. Its gaze, though unseen, felt like a direct challenge to every government, every military, every individual.
Then, the Seer's voice returned, low and final, a pronouncement that would forever mark this day in human history.
"Understand this now," the Seer declared, its voice resonating with an almost cosmic solemnity. "The world's destruction... and its evolution... start now."
With those chilling words, the screen abruptly went blank, plunging billions back into the deafening silence of their own realities. The Seer was gone, but the undeniable proof of its power, the horrifying prophecies, and the terrifying commands remained. The world was left shattered, terrified, and irrevocably changed, waiting for the volcanic eruption in 8 days—the next undeniable proof that the Seer's vision of doom, and its desperate path to survival, had truly begun.