The sun completely disappeared beneath the western horizon of the wilderness. The area wasn’t lit by any torches, so it seemed darker than ever. It seemed like a dark curtain that distorted the laws of nature and corrupted life. A normal person would collapse if they were around this kind of power.

However, a sword master was a monster who had long surpassed normal standards.

“Who would be afraid of a magician’s babbling?” The masked person, rather, Hyde, the 6th Sword of the Empire raised his sword as his emotions started to boil.

His hatred for magicians and the humiliation he’d suffered in the forest had only burned more intensely instead of diminishing over time. Hyde didn’t even think about distinguishing between warlocks and magicians. This hatred wouldn’t ease until he destroyed the magicians who had ruined his honor and his master’s plan.

Hyde’s body seemed to melt into the air.

[Hoh! Is this your ability? How interesting…] The lead shadow spoke admiringly, but its confidence didn’t waver.

There was not even a whisper or shimmer in the air. It seemed like there was truly nothing before them. Was there any way for the shadow to beat this...