Outside West City, beneath a massive iron pillar.
The Heaven-Reaching High Priest volunteered to deliver food to the Three-Eyed One-Horned High Priest.
The wizard robes, symbolizing nobility and mystery, had been stripped away, leaving the two of them indistinguishable from ordinary members of the Three-Eyed One-Horned Race and the Minotaur Race.
Their eyes met, yet they were choked with emotion and speechless.
The Heaven-Reaching High Priest comforted the Three-Eyed One-Horned High Priest, advising him not to dwell on it and to eat his meal.
"As long as the green hills remain, there will be no shortage of firewood."
They reflected on their previous status in the tribe, where they were second only to one and above thousands, now reduced to prisoners.
The Restraining Belt had shackled their power, and escape seemed hopeless!
After a while, they embraced and wept.
After crying, they encouraged each other again.
They believed that they would eventually return to their tribe.
