Darkness seeped through the cracks of the night.
It deepened, like ink spreading on paper, until the entire city was engulfed in it.
And so, once blackness reigned true… the Dark Gathering could begin in full.
A massive hall, separated from the world thanks to a barrier that rendered it both invisible and impenetrable, served as the venue.
It had no windows, yet due to Magic, the entire place was so cool that one's breath could nearly be seen just by breathing.
The walls were eerily black—same as the tiled ground.
Fortunately, there were purple carpets strewn all about, and the great neon-like chandelier rained down a wonderful gem-like ambiance upon the whole room.
The entire building belonged to none other than Scylla, and since that was where the Dark Gathering was unanimously agreed to be held, all members had no choice but to comply.
Hence, the members of this union began to trickle in.
