Michael turned his attention back to the white expanse.
The place felt so real—the way his armor shifted on his body, the solid weight of the spear in his hand, even the faint pressure where the straps pressed into his shoulders.
He couldn't see his reflection anywhere, but instinctively he knew this avatar wasn't far off from his real body.
It was far weaker though.
Another difference he noticed when brushing his hand through his hair was that it was shorter here, cropped close as though the system had "rounded up" his appearance.
Michael shifted his stance slightly, letting the new equipment settle into place.
The Bone-etched Spear rested naturally in his grip—its shaft cool and smooth, the faint engravings along its length glowing dimly whenever his mana brushed against them.
The Light Bone Armor was snug but surprisingly mobile. Plates of pale ivory interlocked across his chest and shoulders, leaving enough give at the joints for quick movement.
