"Cut his head," the bloodthirsty voice reverberated in Alfred's ears once again. Alfred instantly let out a scream and carried out Draven's orders. He ran out of options for stopping. Despite his best efforts, he was helpless. He beheaded the emperor.
[Thud]
Alfred bowed his head and dropped to his knees. Everything had been completed. He lacked the strength to get back up. He complied with Draven's request because Draven was the sole owner of his soul. The emperor's head was in front of Draven, and the blood from the sword was trickling to the ground. Draven forced Alfred to chop off the emperor's head. Draven could simply summon everyone at this point and claim that Alfred killed the emperor.
Draven gradually assumed a human shape. "I hope you already understand my strength," he said.
Alfred took a deep breath, his heart still throbbing. He commented as he lowered his gaze.
