Cale stared at the massive pagoda island rising from the waters, and his initial sense of awe rapidly transformed into panic.
'What if there are people living in my mind realm? What if this entire island is populated?'
He took a deep breath, steeling himself. If he was going to be a cultivator of any worth, he couldn't cower at the first sign of the unknown. Time to be a man and investigate.
Then he glanced down at himself.
"Oh... I'm still naked, heh."
With a casual snap of his fingers, a golden magic circle materialized beneath him, spiraling upward to envelope his entire form.
His soul armor materialized in resplendent majesty, layered robes of pristine white and deep obsidian silk adorned with intricate crimson accents that seemed to flow like living blood through the fabric.
