Jenso's smoke attack did nothing to affect Prisma's concentration, only affecting his vision. He didn't care in the least though. Prisma's left hand morphed back to normal and began to swat the smoke away. That's when he felt it, Bruce's touch. His core flashed through Bruce's mind for a split second, hovering just above his stomach region, before darting upwards in a random direction. Prisma clenched his teeth and flooded the ground with his immeasurable arcane energy, forcing Bruce out of the area around him for several hundred feet, and changing the entirety of the ground into a metallic substance.

	[h2]"Metalix Resonance"[/h2]

	Suddenly, Prisma's body began to shrink, despite the magma-rocks tearing through his neck, down to about half its earlier size. The trees around him sunk into the earth, and the battlefield, after filling all craters and mishaps around Prisma, flattened itself out into a giant metal sheen. Prisma continued to shrink, tearing his hand out of the ground, and fusing his feet with it. He was now back to his original size, skating along the surface of the giant metal block that now dominated the battlefield. With Bruce's earth manipulation now crippled at close range, he was focused on taking Jenso out, directly. Prisma spun around, he feet moving with perfectly fluidity as if he were gliding on water. His core was now visible through his chest, through the silver that composed his body, glowing with a darkness that seemed to devour all light. Prisma looked down and clenched his teeth. Had he expended too much energy in such a short period of time? His magical power seemed infinite, but perhaps it acted similarly to ki, like a muscle, that if strained for too long, became unstable.

	Prisma let his core fall into the metal below him, skirting along the surface, glowing without delay. All these games have revealed his weak point, at long last. It was time to end this.