A Crappy Welcome

Two hours before reaching the entrance, Inala used Subtle Terrain Dominance to gather the moisture in the air and extract heat from it, causing it to form a layer of ice on a tree stem, becoming a reflective surface.

He stared at his appearance and commented, "This will cause some problems."

"What will?" Wittral asked, oblivious.

"My hair." Inala said and pointed at the dense strands of hair that cascaded from his head, "This is top tier in the Brimgan Empire's beauty standard. As long as I have it, many people will pursue me."

"Are you planning to cut it?" Wittral asked, casual in his tone.

"No," Inala stared at the mirror and heaved a long breath. Whether it was his male or female mind, none wanted this. But to avoid unnecessary problems, it was best to nip the causes in the bud, "I'm going bald."