LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 21: Chapter 18: The One Who Wrote Without Ink
The ruins of the library faded into nothingness, dissolving into a void where even the concept of space seemed uncertain. The last remnants of something that should never have been flickered like dying embers, leaving behind only a strange silence.
Klein and Yeaia stood in the emptiness, the weight of the book's final message pressing down on them.
"Find me—before they erase you completely."
The words should have been impossible.
How could someone leave a message behind if they had been erased?
How could something that no longer existed reach out to them at all?
Yet the words had burned themselves into Yeaia's mind, the echoes of them refusing to fade.
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A World That Wants Yeaia Gone
"This is getting worse."
Yeaia's voice was tight, their fingers digging into their arms as they paced. Their red and silver eyes flashed with frustration, the unnatural colors standing out against the bleakness around them.
"Whoever created me isn't just forgotten," they muttered. "They're being actively hidden."
Klein remained still, his mind racing as he processed the implications.
"Something—or someone—ensured that you were never meant to exist."
"But why?" Yeaia snapped. They turned on him, their posture tense. "Why am I even here if the world itself wants me gone? Why wasn't I erased the moment I was made?"
Their voice wavered, something raw and desperate bleeding into it.
Klein understood.
Yeaia wasn't just questioning their past.
They were questioning whether they had the right to exist at all.
He spoke carefully.
"Because whatever created you was strong enough to anchor you in reality."
"But not strong enough to protect you from being erased."
And that meant something terrifying.
Yeaia was incomplete.
A half-finished story.
An unfinished dream.
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A Forgotten Pathway?
A terrible suspicion curled in Klein's mind.
"Yeaia," he said slowly, "your Pathway—the Forgotten Dreamer… what's its Sequence 0 title?"
Yeaia blinked.
"It's—" Their lips parted—then froze.
Their brow furrowed.
They couldn't answer.
Their breath quickened, their mind scrambling for a title that should exist.
A name. A role. A divine title.
Nothing came.
"I…" Yeaia swallowed hard. "I don't know."
The realization hit like a strike of thunder.
Their god was missing.
Not dead. Not slumbering. Not watching from a distance.
Erased.
Klein's stomach twisted.
"Then that means—"
Yeaia's voice was barely above a whisper.
"There was a god before me."
"A god that was forgotten."
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The Clue Left in Klein's Mind
Klein shut his eyes, focusing inward, reaching for the vast knowledge that swirled beneath the Gray Fog. He pulled himself deeper into its mysteries, grasping at the spaces where history had gaps.
He had seen the effects of erasure before.
The Fool Pathway had long danced with forgotten things—lost histories, erased beings, rewritten fates.
But this was different.
This wasn't just a missing name in history.
This was something deliberately ripped from existence itself.
And that meant traces of it could only be found in the blind spots of reality.
He pushed deeper.
And then—
A flicker.
A whisper in a language no human had ever spoken.
A phrase half-lost in time.
"A story that was never told."
And then a symbol.
A pen with no ink.
An author who did not write with words, but with the echoes of lost things.
Klein's breath hitched.
Then—
Pain.
A sharp, unnatural snap tore through his thoughts.
The memory shattered.
Something lashed out.
Something did not want him to remember.
Klein's eyes snapped open, gasping.
He stumbled back, vision blurring for an instant before steadying.
Yeaia caught his arm. Their hands were cold.
"What happened?" Their voice was tight, urgent.
Klein forced himself to focus.
"Something does not want us to remember." His tone was grim. "Something is actively resisting our search."
He clenched his fist.
"That means we're close."
Yeaia's mismatched eyes flickered.
"Then we just need to push harder."
Because if someone—or something—was trying this hard to keep them from knowing the truth…
Then that truth was powerful enough to change everything.
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End of Chapter 18
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