Solomon had turned into a giant, and obviously, his clothes had been completely shredded and ripped apart during the biological expansion. He desperately needed something to cover himself.
The temple slave pointed toward the side of the hall, where a massive wooden crate sat near a pillar. "There will be suitable garments in there."
Solomon took a slow, careful step forward. He had no idea how physically powerful he was in this new giant form, and he did not want to accidentally crush the marble floorboards. He reached the crate and quickly pulled out a sheet of woven fabric. He wrapped the cloth around his lower half first, tying a secure knot at his waist. He then grabbed another piece of fabric, draped it over his broad shoulders, and used the rope he had brought with him to tie it securely around his torso.
Solomon let out a sigh of relief and turned around.
