Perhaps because Carlton had set up a one-time teleportation Magic Circle, no one had been stationed here after the teleportation, which was why the three of them had not encountered a battle immediately after arriving.
The three of them soon discovered that they were on an island. According to Allen's perception, the island was not small at all. At the very least, Allen could not sense the entire island in full. However, he sensed a group of people gathered ten kilometers away in the distance, and Carlton's magic aura was among them.
Allen briefly explained the situation to the other two. Then the three of them concealed their auras and quietly approached the gathering place ahead.
After they drew near, all three were stunned by the sight before them.
A huge circular area had been dug out along the coastline ahead. Complicated magical runes flickered with a faint glow in the center, while a circle of mysterious figures in black robes surrounded it. They clasped their hands before their chests and muttered under their breath, as if performing some kind of ritual.
Carlton stood at the center of the runes with both hands raised. A black sphere of magic slowly condensed above his head, while an identical Magic Circle shone on the distant sea.
Beside the black-robed figures, Allen spotted the boxes he had seen in the valley. There were countless boxes piled up here. Although Allen did not know what they contained, judging from the situation, they were certainly nothing good.
Just then, Carlton seemed to feel that the time had come. He first poured the sphere of magic in his hands into the Magic Circle, then left its center. He took a communicator from his robes, connected the call, and said only two words: "Move!" He immediately hung