While Fairy Tail was still cheering and shouting for the battles of the ranking tournament, the northern frontier of Ishgar tonight was bitterly cold, the air thick with a seemingly ominous aura.
Clad in black robes, the priests of the Dark Magic Cult were sketching a massive black pentagram magic circle in the plaza of the ruined city of Carlos. At the center of the array, hundreds of thousands of bound civilians from two small towns knelt on the ground, their terror materializing and drifting into the magic formation.
Allock, a high priest of the Dark Magic Cult, prayed devoutly outside the magic circle. Standing quietly beside Allock was a one-eyed man who watched everything expressionlessly; his left eye was covered by a black eyepatch, while his right eye gleamed with a profound light.
Chapter 116