Whilst the village settled down to sleep, Kasparov was restless. He knew the wolves would come for him, again, and this time, his saviour wouldn't be there to help.
He paced his room for several hours, swiping his sword left and right at imaginary wolves, practicing for when they came.
But when they did, he was no match for them, and they turned his own sword on him, before devouring him slowly, finger by finger and toe by toe.
Kasparov is DEAD. He was a SEER.
There are no Seers left.Uhoh village... One vote each, one to die..