Dead End?

"No more tracks?"

I asked Ember, just to confirm, but she nodded her head firmly.

"I guess for the last one, they used a special teleportation method. I can't tack them from here... Sorry to fail your expectations, Master."

"Ah, no. It's alright."

I waved my hand immediately, denying Ember's words.

"I'm not disappointed in you, Ember. You did your best."

I stared at the pair of footprints on the ground and sighed. We were this close to finding them... And we had to give up in the end.

"Wait, Leader, I think it's too early to say that."

"Fang?"

Without saying anything, Fang walked forward and knelt on the ground. Then she extended her hand, touching the footprints there.

"[Death Tracker]!"

As she mouthed the words, the footprints on the ground began to glow a luminescent purple, as if thousands of fireflies were giving off faint light.

"...!"