It was The Root of the Tree of Eden.
Dagon tightened his grip on it, its divine aura pulsing.
Even holding it felt like grasping a fragment of creation itself—warm, potent, and brimming with overwhelming power.
He forced himself to ignore the weight of it and instead focused on the being before him.
"Fallen One."
"I offer you a choice. This root—this is your redemption. A way back to the heavens. Join us, and you will be free from the shackles of Arkanos."
Abaddon stared at him. His smirk had vanished, and he looked genuinely surprised. His black-and-white eyes flickered between the divine relic and Dagon himself.
For a moment, it seemed like he was considering it.
"Interesting," Abaddon said, rolling the thought in his mind. His clawed fingers twitched ever so slightly.
"A tempting offer… a chance to reclaim my lost grace. To stand among the angels once more, basking in that wretched golden light…"