Luke stood up as fast as he could, and nodded to Jenso. In a mad dash, Luke headed for the exit of the room, but not before snatching the core of hit rifle from its debris.

	Prisma rose his foot from the inner-most sanctum, stepping out into the wide open space of the mountainous clearing, until he was entirely outside of the temple. He flexed his hands for a little, getting used to his new forme. His booming laughter echoed through the sky, but he still had his back turned to the temple, not in any rush to finish things up.