There were cloaked people walking down a pathway. The only light from the torches in their hands. "It can't be no, it can't, it can't." A woman's voice said. They ran down the staircase to a door sealed with the strongest magic that would make the Etheron look like a mere child's trick. The doors opened and each person gasped. A sole coffin was cracked open. "The man who created dark magic, the one magic dark mage. The father of Zeref, Akuhei, is awake."