The map hovered above my palm as Zeref and I walked through the teleportation platform connecting the upper floors.
For the tenth time that day, I checked it.
For the tenth time, the result remained exactly the same.
Every red marker inside the Tower had disappeared.
Not literally.
They were all simply gathered in one place.
Floor 100.
My eyes lingered on the cluster of crimson dots packed so densely together that they looked like a wound carved into the map itself. The Oracle of Death had completely withdrawn from the lower floors. There were no scouts. No ambush teams. No hunting parties hiding between leveling zones.
Nothing.
Weeks ago, I couldn't walk a single floor without finding one of them.
Now they had abandoned the entire Tower.
"They've all gone back."
My voice broke the silence first.
Zeref glanced away from the path ahead and toward the floating projection.
His brows slowly furrowed.
"All of them?"
I nodded.
"Every single one."
