The moment the Oracle markers finished appearing across my map, I already knew what I was going to do.
There were hundreds of them.
Scattered across dozens of floors.
Some moved constantly.
Others remained hidden inside SafeZones.
A few stayed completely still, probably believing they were secure.
They weren't.
Not anymore.
For the first time since the Oracle appeared, I had their locations.
Not rumors.
Not guesses.
Not trails of corpses and blood.
Actual locations.
The Tower itself had handed them over.
I opened the map again.
A glowing route immediately formed between floors.
A new notification appeared.
[APOSTLE AUTHORITY ACTIVE]
[FLOOR TELEPORTATION UNLOCKED]
[ORACLE HUNT PROTOCOL ENABLED]
So even the gods were tired of this mess.
Good.
Saved me time.
I selected one of the lower-floor markers.
The teleportation prompt appeared instantly.
A single step.
That was all it would take.
My hand moved toward it.
Then another hand caught my wrist.
Firm.
Warm.
