The Shadow Lord was on edge, afraid that he would suddenly run into a certain red-caped freak while running, who would ask him with a smile, "Buddy, where are you in such a hurry?"

Fortunately, that didn't happen.

The Shadow Lord managed to slip back to the base smoothly. When he entered, he straightened his clothes, stood tall, and tried to act as if nothing had happened, calmly walking back to his lair.

The lackeys guarding the entrance respectfully greeted him with a bow, and he nodded in return as a greeting, maintaining an air of authority.