Noen and the elf Xilan settled in this horseman tribe.
As evening approached, Noen and Xilan knelt down with their hands pressed together and began to pray calmly.
Their posture in prayer, the expressions on their faces, and the Lord they recited in their prayers all seemed strange to Shanon.
"Are you praying? Just like this, with your hands together?"
After they had finished praying, Shanon asked curiously.
Noen lifted his head and asked,
"Isn't that what you do?"
Shanon laughed heartily, as if he had heard a great joke.
After a moment, he disdainfully said,
"Honor, blood, and heroes,
these are our prayers to Endora!
And all of them should be achieved through war,
you feeble Three-eyed Ape People could certainly not understand our beliefs!"
By the end, envy was apparent in Shanon's eyes.
Honor, blood, heroes...
Everything was so enthralling to him.
If it were not for his father Hess, whom he both feared and admired, always preventing him from joining the battle,
