Ms. Knight face-palmed, her hand cupping her face.
"They're always so loud."
Emir, the only one who had kept quiet since the start of their little fight, looked at her with disbelief, his body unaffected by the intent.
She looked back at him with eyes that said, 'What? Anything wrong?' which made him question her mind even more, but he stopped it at that, turning his attention to Ms. Bishop, wanting to obtain as much information as possible.
"We do not worship Adam. But we do consider him sacred. One of the 'Great Ones.' We only worship his 'Creator,' the being from whom all Aether flows. Don't count us as those from Templar who worship Aether itself or those that consider Adam as the creator."
Mr. King chuckled.
"There were a million Adams before the known Adam, and this Adam whom you hold in such regard is simply the Adam of our generation. Nothing makes him special; they all walked the path of Creation."
