Bab 358: Victory and Gratitude        

Oblivious to Sylvan's presence, Nightshade remained fixated on his targets, his focus on them despite the chaos surrounding him.

The sudden cry of "Vice Leader!" echoed through the ranks of the Doombringers, a note of urgency underscoring the frantic warning. 

But it was too late, Sylvan's arrows found their mark with unerring precision, piercing through the chaos to strike Nightshade's body with deadly accuracy. 

The impact sent shockwaves of pain coursing through Nightshade's form, shattering his focus and halting his advance.

As the realization of defeat dawned upon him, Nightshade staggered, his once indomitable spirit faltering in the face of Lord Scrooge and his group. 

His grip on consciousness slipped, darkness encroaching upon his vision as he stumbled backward, his body wracked with agony.