[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: The Black Forest]
The world had changed beneath his feet.
Lush green grass greeted him, soft and springing under the weight of his step. A light breeze passed across his armor, carrying with it the scent of blooming life. Almost in the same breath, the sun broke through overhead, it was warm and brilliant, its light filtering down through leaves that were suddenly full and vigorous. The trees, moments ago trapped in choking mist, now stood tall and healthy, their canopies spreading wide enough to cast generous shade.
"Ah?"
Grimm looked up, genuine confusion slipping into his voice.
The sky above him was no longer a dull, overcast gray. It was a clear, open blue. The grass around him was vibrant, almost unnaturally so, and the trees stood just right, neither too dense nor too sparse. The mist that had clung to the forest's was gone entirely, as if it had never existed at all.
It was a vibrant forest.
