@Keke
“That…” He stopped, placing a hand on his stomach and heaving on the sidewalk that appeared next to him. A little, small bug thing fell from his mouth, growing in size until it resembled a figure, disfigured. The Scribe froze.
The figure, disfigured, spoke.
”I may be able to help here. I am proxy for the Eldritch Author, itirSp.” The figure, disfigured, smiled. “Currently, I have one Plotblade, Retcon. If I perform a ritual to assume ownership of the actions that summoned the Witherlord, I can use the Plotblade to banish it. I had attempted to give myself an in to this process, but it didn’t quite work. I’ll have to start at square one, and need access to Nameless’ mind space.”
The figure, disfigured, offered a phone. “I’ll keep in touch with the two of you.”
It nodded, then disappeared.
The Scribe unfroze, confused. “Sorry, I… I think I lost my lunch there.”
He laughed.
”What were we talking about?”