Facing the visitors who had saved the entire Autansa Ark World, Morgul expressed his gratitude with a gesture.
He merely gave a slight bow.
Just as Lion was about to ask why the man would not simply say thank you, another Eldar warrior clad in crimson armor approached and spoke in Morgul's stead.
"Thank you."
"Thank you very much. You saved us when the entire Ark World was on the verge of being taken."
"Our Phoenix Lord cannot personally express his gratitude. His soul has been wounded."
Morgul's spokesman spoke with great courtesy.
The surviving Eldar gathered from all directions, casting grateful gazes toward their saviors.
"It doesn't look like you're particularly grateful to us." Lion walked up to Morgul and looked down at the Phoenix Lord of the Dark Reapers Aspect.
Morgul raised his head, his gaze as fierce as a vengeful ghost. Yet apart from that look, he showed no hostile movements or emotions. Instead, he nodded forcefully, clearly intending to convey that he truly was grateful.
"Why don't you take off your helmets?" Lion looked toward the other Eldar.
When Eldar wished to express positive emotions such as respect or gratitude, they would remove their helmets or masks.
The Usulan Prophet was most often seen with a scepter in his right hand and his helmet held in his left.
It was not because he wanted to show off his handsome face. He genuinely needed to reveal his true face in order to express his respect for others.
From a personal standpoint, Lion did not need the respect of Eldar xenos, nor did he care about it. But he had not come to save them because he liked these xenos. He needed the people of Autansa to serve as guides in the coming expedition.
As Warmaster, he had