The darkness after the battle with the Senior Editor was absolute. When Amine finally opened his eyes, he didn't feel the hard wood of the Going Merry. Instead, he was lying on a soft, velvet sofa inside a dimly lit cabin. The air smelled of expensive perfume and old parchment.
"Your system is very loud, Prophet," a calm, melodic voice said from the shadows.
Amine jumped up, his hand instinctively reaching for his stylus. Sitting across from him, sipping wine, was a woman with dark hair and eyes that seemed to know every secret in the world. Nico Robin (Miss All Sunday).
"You... you shouldn't be here yet," Amine stammered, his heart racing. "The plot... the timing is wrong!"
Robin smiled, a thin, mysterious curve of her lips. "The 'timing' you know is a lie. You see the world through a screen, Amine, but I see it through the stones of history. Your 'System' isn't the only one trying to control this world."
She walked over to a table covered in ancient-looking drawings. One of them looked exactly like Amine's stylus.
"There was another 'Scholar' like you, 800 years ago," she whispered. "He didn't call it a 'System'. He called it the 'Infinite Ink'. But the World Government—or the 'Original Authors' as you call them—erased him from existence."
Amine felt a chill down his spine. The violet screen appeared, but it was glitching, showing images of the Void Century.
[Warning: Restricted Lore Detected. The 'Origin Author' is increasing surveillance.]
"They are watching us, Amine," Robin said, her tone suddenly serious. "If you want to save Alabasta, you can't just draw shields. You have to find the 'Original Script'—the one that was written before the Erasers corrupted it."