The wound—and the humiliation that came with it—shattered the last of Marshal Vale’s restraint.

Killing intent flooded his eyes, and the violent aura around him surged wildly.

“You lowly insects dared to wound me. You are courting death!”

Before the last word had fully left his lips, the baleful shadow surrounding him suddenly contracted frantically.

In the next instant, his entire body vanished into the darkness.

This was not ordinary concealment through movement.

He had completely merged with the Law of Night that permeated the world.