A slight narrative change has to be made, for emergency purposes. Or well, a forced perspective change. Primarily thanks to me, Kilasevra, soooooo I'll be the narrator for this chapter. Which no one's gonna read probably cuz this novel is mildly bad. But let's give her a break shall we?
A man was walking around a dark corridor in a palace located in a dimension far, far away from the world he came from. The night sky shining through the windows, along with the beautiful luminescent stars painting through the black canvas that we call the night. The man let out a sigh, hesitating every step, constantly glaring at the starry skies visible through the window. He decided to stop there, taking in the amazing scenery of the cosmos through his heterochromic eyes, of dark purple and gold. This man you ask? It was none other than Rin, Rin Satomura.
He appeared to be reminiscing of something that passed long, long ago, even going far to even let out a smile, as if he was enjoying a fond memory he wishes to protect and preserve for as long as time can last.
"That Scribe is growing too desperate, compared to the other drafts of this novel, this story is.. Subpar more than anything.. Must I forcefully change it? I am already doing more than she agreed to.."
"Well, what's stopping you from changing it? Sometimes a nudge is better than nothing. C'mon, you really think readers are reading this? I am sure are growing tired of this 'oh wow can this author get to the fucking point? This isn't good writing, it's getting slow and repetitive.' Type of writing.. Problem is, we, or well, at least she can't." A woman seemingly appeared behind Rin, her teal engraved cloak glowing iridescently. Her eyes were similar to that of his, dark purple, except her other eye was blue unlike Rin's gold.
"Of course she can't.. I'm not sure whether or not we should be discussing these matters, wouldn't it be what those.. You know what you probably don't know who I was gonna refer to."
"Oh, the Rhemendurzans? I wasn't born around that time, unlike you, since you are as old as she is, no? The 'young' ones like me and the others aren't supposed to know about that civilization, if you call it that." She pointed out, looking off into the cosmos like Rin was doing before.
"Well, if you know who I was gonna refer to, then, I guess you must be aware of the term."
"info dumps" They both said collectively as if it was common knowledge to the two of them. The woman laughed upon the simultaneous answer, her laughter filling the corridor. She yawned loudly, despite her 'divine' appearance, she was rather arrogant., some of you may remember this, heterochromia eye (of dark purple and blue) as Kilasevra (which is also who is narrating this right now), from what I last remember to be Chapter 47.
"Let us avoid too many info dumps right now, the Scribe can indeed read the changes we made, so let us refrain from stressing her out any further." Rin said, motioning his hand to make her calm down, or attempt to. This only resulted in Kilasevra groaning in disappointment, she then spoke quietly to him.
"We both aren't bound by that Absolute Law of Concealment, so why not elaborate how this whole novel of sorts is going to go? I often read this novel, like how I'd read every single draft she made. It is quite unfortunate how all of those drafts burn shortly after reading him because of.. Well, y'know what, maybe I shouldn't discuss him right now."
Rin nodded in agreement, crossing his arms before speaking.
"I believe we do not owe an explanation, as we purposely bound ourselves into the Singular Story's narrative, as characters to say, fortunately, we are still unbound by the Absolute Law of Concealment, however no matter what we do, anyone directly written by her are unable to see anything the law is concealing. Dramatic irony, at it's finest.. At least that was the term I picked up while staying human, as well as from the Rhemendurzans before the civilization was lost."
"I mean, she is called the Scribe of Concealed Stories for nothing, or well, that's what he called her before we lost track of him. The only way I've been tracking him was by keeping track of the drafts that were burned in numerical order, however I believe this draft, the draft you chose to reincarnate on (as well as me).. This one.. To be the last one. I firmly believe she can no longer write any longer, nor faster." Well, Kilasevra wasn't wrong, although she isn't choosing to reveal her actual identity yet, she is pretty much spot on, the original narrator, the one writing the chapters, is one helluva author, not because of talent or anything, but because she chooses to persist, to keep going.
A willful delusion, I'd like to call it. Well, I guess there's no choice. I'll provide some context. I believe you may have heard this, certain stories of sorts being created with the SOLE purpose of eradicating a single Ancient Crucible.. Yes?
Who is that Ancient Crucible in question? From memory, that Sanguine Light spoiled it to you all, the Falsity, or what she refers to him as, The Falsity of The Truth. That's probably the only info dump I will provide, well, maybe not, this was probably already known. Oh, apologies, I went off track (whoops).
Rin sighed calmly, his warm breath creating a small mist in the air as it dissipated. He conjured a bandaged spear, holding it firmly. Kilasevra appeared to have noticed the intent of him, even conceiving a smug smile as she side eyed him.
"Future couldn't see a good outcome, I suppose."
"Indeed, which is why I must do everything I can to change it, the future he discussed with me isn't going to end well when she ends up burning herself out. That is how the last draft that made it to the 84th Chapter ended up abandoned like the rest." He began to walk to a door that manifested out of thin air, he even looked back at Kilasevra, before nodding his head as if there was another unspoken agreement between the two.
"I never wanted to interfere, however the way she has been writing, there's no use. I understand her the most because I am the only one who can."
"Of course, you are old, eternally, old." Kilasevra laughed, she then purposely laughed more obnoxiously as Rin stepped through the door.
Now that Rin is out of the picture, I must sincerely apologize. Well, to who? I don't know, probably to her or whatever. This was quite an info dump chapter, however in order to help the Scribe write a smoother chapter for now, I must do this .
The next chapter, or maybe a couple, will be narrated by me again, and these chapters will be specifically backstories. Whose backstory? The one the Sanguine Light adores the most, Saeonius Roland. For what purpose? Well, if I was a reader, reading her drafts like an editor (although I am, however she never reads my comments or suggestions), wouldn't a backstory make reading this 'arc' or final 'arc' of this volume even more enjoyable? I think so too, unless stated otherwise, however.
So again, bare with us. The next chapter (or chapters) will be a sidestory, or backstory I guess, on Roland, and if you wish to skip it, go ahead. I do not know when she will continue writing again, but from my memory, she is writing what was supposed to be this chapter, Chapter 62, which is titled "The S rank Contract." Sounds pretty boring right? Y'know whatever, I'll end this chapter now.