FINALLY!!! \o/
As your fourth perfect punch lands, you can feel the reality warp under your
willpower. The tree shatters into millions of splinters, each one of them
unique and perfect in its own way. Time slows as you start plucking the
splinters, placing them into a new shape, like doing a multidimensional jigsaw
puzzle. The process takes place in a blink of an eye for outside observers,
but for you aeons pass as you filter through the tiny splinters of your apple
tree. Finally, you place the very last fragment of the tree into the new form,
and a brief of moment of proudness overcomes you. Behold, batworld, a new
staff of mastery has been formed!
You lick your own the staff of mastery <red glow>.