Chapter 264- So It’s Starting Already

The sun was setting and the Festival was about to begin.

Sol had made his way back to the Tribe and entered his tent.

He came up to his bed and lightly scratched Abdu's head, who was still sleeping.

Sol then flipped over his palm and a new set of protective clothes appeared in his hands. The ones he had previously were basically unwearable. The sandworms' scent was so caked into them that it became a permanent smell they gave off.

Sol took off his slightly wet pants and threw them into his storage ring.

He had to remember to throw them away along with the rest of his smelly clothes.

After drying off himself a bit, Sol put on his new pants but opted to sit at his bedside to spend more time drying his hair with another towel.

However, a dull pain suddenly appeared in his shoulder.

"They really didn't hold back."

Sol stirred his Inante Dharma and the dull pain soon disappeared.