>>>>THIRD PERSON POV<<<<
Floor Ninety-Nine was burning.
Not because Zeref was winning.
Because it was the only way to stop the corruption spreading across his body.
Another slash carved through his shoulder.
Black mana immediately seeped into the wound, creeping beneath his skin like living poison.
Zeref didn't hesitate.
He slammed his flaming hand against the injury.
Black flames erupted across his own flesh.
The smell of burnt skin filled the battlefield as he cauterized the wound before the corruption could spread any farther.
His jaw clenched.
He never cried out.
Across from him, the Oracle Leader stood exactly where he had been since the battle began.
Belzemoth's black robes fluttered quietly despite the inferno surrounding the battlefield. His face remained hidden beneath the hood, only the faint glow of crimson eyes visible beneath the darkness.
His staff never left the ground.
"You continue to disappoint me."
Zeref slowly lowered his burning hand.
