When he stepped out of the hut, he found Ihram's wife waiting at the doorway, cradling a bundle of dark cloth tied with a simple string. Her expression was serene, bearing that look which betrayed no sorrow yet whispered of farewell.
"I've prepared this for you," she said, handing him the bundle. "It's made from sturdy fabric—travel-ready. Not elegant, but it will serve its purpose."
Alpha accepted the package in silence. Later, when he donned its contents, his new silhouette spoke of his dread and mystery: a loose, dark robe streaked with subtle red accents, the torn edges hinting at countless battles or a long, perilous journey.
Perched atop his head was a conical straw hat, half-shading his features and lending him an aura of enigma and defiance. He no longer looked like a mere stranger in this world, but a part of it… a living legend and a man whose story could not be easily told.
