The Meld Plains were certainly beautiful, but it was a very different kind of beauty. Everything before their eyes was like crystal. The grass sprouting everywhere, the odd trees sticking up out of the ground, the lizards crawling around, and even what looked like the buildings of some sort of settlement...it all seemed to be made from a sharp-edged, translucent material. Even the sky had a sort of crystalline net draped over it, scattering the sunlight before it reached the ground.

...

“If that’s really ‘grass,’ then it would never grow again, would it?”

“As long as the seeds are okay, it should be fine. I’m just killing the grass itself.”

-Volume 3 Chapter 2