After all they had braved to reach the sanctum where the trees with the petals were, they did not expect a fight for the opportunity to get a single feather. The trees were visible. Tall, downward-growing with translucent feather-like petals that swung from side to side.
But thousands of a mixture of aliens were in the area, battling it out for the opportunity to get ahead of others. Some fought with blades, others guns. Others superpowers or whatever weapon they had in their arsenal.
The air was filled with screams. clashing weapons and burst of energy.
"This looks like the nightmare of a Black Friday sale." Nimo's jaw dropped. "I am beginning to understand that warning about blood at the entrance of the forest."
Alfred's hands lit up like torches. "And we are late to the party."
