[ The raven quickly shifts into that of a familiar arctic fox that swiftly side steps and weaves in between Dokja's own running legs, just going. And going. Memory after memory after memory. His thoughts feel like a mess, trying to collect himself after seeing one thing and the next, to ground himself in the present.
Any swings he's capable of parrying, he fights aginst the sword with his own, bidding his own time, but he knows he can't do this forever. And just as Joonghyuk says, he's finally run out of stores. This one is the last.
His chest heaves with every breath, but this time it's Dokja who purpose shatters a glass, bringing his right hand into a fist and ignoring the sharp pain that spikes through it as the sound echoes and ]
[[From here on, it’s your job.]]
He was now looking at you. Somewhere within that gaze was the 3rd turn Yoo Joonghyuk's, who had completed the scenarios alongside you.
⸢What exactly is the ‘Conclusion’ you wish to see?⸥
This was what you needed to do in order to answer that question.
Lee Jihye opened her mouth. “He couldn’t do it even after 1863 lifetimes, so... Ahjussi, can you really do it?”
It was as she said.
You are not a ‘protagonist’ like Yoo Joonghyuk, nor are you a ‘writer’ like Han Sooyoung. However, because you are neither the protagonist nor the writer, maybe there was something only you could do.
Maybe, you could remember that one thing that the protagonist couldn’t see, and the writer had forgotten all about.
⸢The job that only he could do, him that read the ‘Ways of Survival’ for a very, very long time.⸥
You quietly stared into the ‘Final Wall’. You focused all your attention and read the wall’s surface again and again. Not too long after that, the wall radiated brilliantly. Just like a certain screen in the past that you had been reading over and over again.
⸢’Three Ways to Survive the Destroyed World’.⸥
Everything from that epic tale was being established within you. You hadn’t yet read the final revised version of the ‘Ways of Survival’. Which meant you didn’t know how this story was supposed to end. However...
⸢But, what if all these were handed over to me without having been written yet?⸥
Your companions and you rushed towards the wall.
⸢What if, someone wanted me to complete this story?⸥ ]
[ He's cornered now. Yet, Jin is the one between the reader and their companion, though her fur is fluffed out and looks to be trying to intimidate- there's no real aggression there. No maliciousness. No. After all, just as Dokja, they trust the other. ]
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Any swings he's capable of parrying, he fights aginst the sword with his own, bidding his own time, but he knows he can't do this forever. And just as Joonghyuk says, he's finally run out of stores. This one is the last.
His chest heaves with every breath, but this time it's Dokja who purpose shatters a glass, bringing his right hand into a fist and ignoring the sharp pain that spikes through it as the sound echoes and ]
[[From here on, it’s your job.]]
He was now looking at you. Somewhere within that gaze was the 3rd turn Yoo Joonghyuk's, who had completed the scenarios alongside you.
⸢What exactly is the ‘Conclusion’ you wish to see?⸥
This was what you needed to do in order to answer that question.
Lee Jihye opened her mouth. “He couldn’t do it even after 1863 lifetimes, so... Ahjussi, can you really do it?”
It was as she said.
You are not a ‘protagonist’ like Yoo Joonghyuk, nor are you a ‘writer’ like Han Sooyoung. However, because you are neither the protagonist nor the writer, maybe there was something only you could do.
Maybe, you could remember that one thing that the protagonist couldn’t see, and the writer had forgotten all about.
⸢The job that only he could do, him that read the ‘Ways of Survival’ for a very, very long time.⸥
You quietly stared into the ‘Final Wall’. You focused all your attention and read the wall’s surface again and again. Not too long after that, the wall radiated brilliantly. Just like a certain screen in the past that you had been reading over and over again.
⸢’Three Ways to Survive the Destroyed World’.⸥
Everything from that epic tale was being established within you. You hadn’t yet read the final revised version of the ‘Ways of Survival’. Which meant you didn’t know how this story was supposed to end. However...
⸢But, what if all these were handed over to me without having been written yet?⸥
Your companions and you rushed towards the wall.
⸢What if, someone wanted me to complete this story?⸥ ]
[ He's cornered now. Yet, Jin is the one between the reader and their companion, though her fur is fluffed out and looks to be trying to intimidate- there's no real aggression there. No maliciousness. No. After all, just as Dokja, they trust the other. ]
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