The horrifying sensation of being observed like a mere item vanished the next second, forcing a grumble out of the cleaver.
"Listen, kid. I hate to beat around the bush, so I'll go straight to the point."
Its trembling lessened as it started with a severe tone.
"I need you, but you need me even more to leave this place. So let it stay a deal between us."
Upon hearing the words, his brows furrowed, and he clicked his tongue in annoyance.
"I want nothing to do with a weapon that contaminates its wielder! In the worst case, I can dig the mountain!"
His reluctant voice cut through the offer in a sharp refusal.
"Don't refuse! I can also obliterate you before you start digging."
The blade rumbled, wisps of green flames flaring from its pommel like malicious eyes.
"Don't use the effects requiring demonic energy. I won't actively demonise you, either. I need a hiding place and someone to help me bring Nyxara back."
