Note: EDITED: 08/24/23 - Changed most of the chapter; much better written too. I also removed the river parts. Moved it to the next chapter.
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Grendel's lair was gone. In its place was Hel or a kind of Hel.
"Whoa…" I whispered. "I'm not in Kansas anymore…"
I looked up and saw thick storm clouds rolling across an emerald-tinged sky. Forks of teal lightning streaked across the clouds, illuminating the ground in varying shades of green.
My gaze snapped toward a horizon that was as bleak as the sky and lined in greenish hues as if an emerald sun was setting in the distance. Around me, patches of dark grass rose between craggy ground and outcroppings of jagged rock.
"This ain't Oz either though."
