Blood drained from the emperor's face, turning it deathly pale as his voice cracked. "It doesn't matter if it's a treasure! Please don't give him a chance to turn the tables by possessing or cursing you. Destroy it!"
However, the trembling puppet had little to no hope of achieving any. Without a host to channel his unholy quantity of demonic energy, he was weak. Even worse, the cleaver had negated his curse already and would do it again. And to top it all, possessing the brat was just another way to spell suicide. After all, the cleaver would devour him the second he forcefully bound himself.
There was no escape, no more tricks. The truth of his defeat was crystal clear whether he accepted it or delusionally veiled it behind layers of fury and regret.
