A Dungeon's Beating Heart, part 2

NOTE: 2nd of 2 chapters out today!

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It looked like an eye with its tip pointed at the ground. It was glowing fiercely now, its green tinge seemingly like an elder jotun's iris gazing out at me from a hole in the realmsverse. Dark green tendrils flowed out of it to spread across the air like cracks along a mirrored surface. 

"Isn't it beautiful?" Circe called from her spot underneath the now-growing fissure. The völva was smiling at us as if we'd done her a favor. "Honestly, I thought you'd have a tougher time slaying Beowulf, but I see I needn't have worried."

Her gaze was fixed on me now. 

"You always were an overachiever, William," she said. 

Okay, her calling my name in such a familiar way was creeping me the F out, but it's not like I could ask her about it with all these ears listening in on what could potentially be the kind of news I wanted to remain solely with me, myself, and I.