Jumping up to his feet, Greg looked around and thought, "What should I do? He didn't tell me at all where I can find those types of grass!"
As he was thinking about this, Greg picked up the one Russ just used and looked at it.
"Just as he said, it has a sharper edge than the other ones. And also the dim green light that is covering it... Let's check this place."
Without any hesitation, Greg turned his gaze toward the ground and started to pick one grass after another.
"This is not the one... Not this one... Not this..."
Walking around the house, Greg checked almost hundreds of grasses one after another, but none of them were what he was looking for.
"Did he brought them here from somewhere else?", asked Greg quietly, and after using his darkness element he appeared in a totally strange place.
All around him, what he could see was only rotten black trees, with ash black ground below his feet.
