Infinite Farmer

Reeling with excitement, Tulland pulled out his pitchfork and allowed it to consume the Silver Sun, forcing all the materials towards the head of the weapon rather than the handle. The silver fruit turned into a mist and disappeared into the weapon, which began to glint brighter in the morning light.

Tulland swung the weapon back and forth, not sensing any real difference with it. From what the description had said, there should have been something. The Farmer's Tool felt about how the old version of the weapon had, and while he was sure the tines would penetrate a bit better, he wasn't nearly as impressed as he had hoped he would be.

"Did it work?" Necia emerged from the house, running her fingers through her hair to disengage the less stubborn of the tangles in it. "It's in the pitchfork now?"

"Yes. But it's not great." Tulland pulled up his farming screen as he talked. "Not a great weapon, but what it did to the farm isn't that bad."