These gears are all too familiar to him.
The starforge gears he had searched for in vain for five years, now numbered in the hundreds within this small chamber.
Vines connected to the center of the gears, pulsating and trembling like veins, with transparent halos continuously rippling, turning the walls into a silvery white.
These halos flowed like water, moving toward the back of Horn's perspective.
Only then did Horn realize that they were supplying power to the transparent flames behind him.
How could this be a tree? It was clearly a spacecraft, a rocket!
But before Horn could see clearly, the silver-white glow of the tree body engulfed him.
When the light became clear again, he had already entered the interior of this giant tree.
The branches and trunk were hollow, with walls and steps that were visibly wooden yet hard as steel.
