The masked figure reappeared on the screens of a world now utterly convinced of its power, yet paralyzed by the sheer terror of its prophecies. The image of the new island, the crippled warship, and the chilling countdown to the Chinese earthquake were burned into the global consciousness. The Seer had shattered their disbelief, and now, it addressed the gaping question in every mind.
"You may be asking," the Seer's modulated voice began, its tone shifting from ominous pronouncement to a profound, almost weary sincerity, "why am I telling you this? Why break the silence I have maintained for so long? Why come to meet you, the people of this world, whom I have watched, unseen, for years?"
The background on the screens subtly shifted, displaying fleeting, unsettling glimpses of the raw visions Arjun had revealed earlier – the sinking landmasses, the terrifying Antarctic creature, the creeping red of the global virus map. These were no longer just distant threats, but terrifying realities that the Seer lived with, constantly.
"My digital power is vast," the Seer acknowledged, the spectral glow behind the masked figure flaring briefly, illustrating its omnipotence over networks. "I can move your ships, control your systems, erase your data. My foresight is undeniable. I can see the catastrophic futures that loom large on your horizon. But even with these powers, even with this terrifying knowledge..."
A pregnant pause hung in the air, heavy with the weight of an unimaginable burden. Every world leader, every fearful citizen, every panicked financier, leaned closer, desperate for the answer.
"...I alone cannot fight it."
The declaration hit with the force of a physical blow. The all-powerful, all-seeing entity, the one who had just defied reality, admitted its own limitation. This wasn't hubris; it was a desperate, chilling confession.
"The threats I have shown you," the Seer continued, its voice now tinged with a raw, undeniable urgency, "the rising oceans, the raging Earth, the unseen plagues, the things that stir in the icy depths – these are not enemies that can be fought with armies or firewalls. They are global. They are existential. And they are coming for all of you."
The background imagery now showed vast, sweeping views of humanity – diverse faces, crowded cities, shared skies – emphasizing the collective nature of the coming struggle.
"My power can warn you. It can even, as you just witnessed, perform small acts of intervention to save lives in the face of inevitable chaos," the Seer stated, acknowledging the Silent Hunter incident. "But I cannot move entire continents. I cannot prevent super-volcanoes from erupting. I cannot cure a global pandemic with a keystroke. I cannot fight an enemy that is the very planet itself, or forces beyond your current understanding."
The Seer's voice then swelled, no longer the detached prophet, but a desperate, final plea. "For my family to live, for your families to live, for humanity to have any chance against what is coming... I need all of you. I need every person on this planet to fight against it. Together."
The statement hung in the air, a colossal challenge, a terrifying call to unprecedented global unity. The Seer had come not as a conqueror, but as an unwilling herald, begging humanity to join him in a fight for its very survival, against a future only he could see. The world, shattered and fearful, was now faced with an unimaginable choice.