Asherah was embarrassed to have found herself needing to eat her words.
The very last thing she had anticipated was that Abaddon would come here requesting… everything.
Although that might have been a failure on her part. Thinking more on Abaddon's personality, she felt that it made perfect sense. He was just that type of person.
"You… spook quite easily for a dragon."
Abaddon's brow furrowed. "Asherah, this isn't-"
"I suppose I can understand why. As a man who can hold universes on the tip of his fingers, I imagine that the unknown and things outside of your control must terrify you a great deal."
Abaddon could already feel that this wasn't one of those conversations that ended with him getting what he asked for.
"Look at this."
Abaddon pulled out a black short sword with a golden pommel. At a glance, Asherah knew such a gaudy weapon did not belong to him.
"Audrina took this off of Dagon after subduing him. Look closely at what it's made out of."
