"This isn't… Fruit! And here I thought I'll add another grenade to my fruit weapon list, tsk!"
Cissel stood in front of the towering trees they had arrived at minutes ago, sighing and shaking her head in profound disappointment. The soft, juicy fruit everyone had envisioned, the kind that might ignite into a blast in the fog, was nowhere to be found. Instead, the branches were laden with weirdly shaped, multi-layered conical objects that clung to the silver branches like metallic barnacles.
*Clang!* *Clang!* *Clang!*
That wasn't the only surprise. The silver-grey trunk rang with a muffled, metallic resonance when Ricky knocked on it with his sword. The sound wasn't the dull thud of wood, but the high-density ring of solid ore.
"This is amazing!" Ricky turned to John and Cissel, his eyes wide with wonder. "These trees are made entirely out of metal! It's like a forest of living, towering statues."
