"Love," Prisma croaked, "The most oppressive and destructive force in the multiverse, the cause of all. The origin of my people, the force behind your soul, the idiotic driving force behind all chaos that we Metalix had removed from our bodies, and our universe." Prisma paused and turned his head towards Jenso. "I was spared for the sole purpose of research. That man's intellect, and abilities, rival- No, dwarfed the methodical progress of the Metalix. He is only here to learn, to solve an essential riddle of the void. He saw our Arcane energy as a stepping stone, and nothing more." Prisma smiled wide and chuckled lightly.

"I respected him. I respect him. I wanted to be just like him, just like his people. So I played the part to the best of my understanding, slaughtering my own people by his side."

"Sometimes with a smile, feigning delight in their destruction"
"Sometimes with the desire for a rush, looking to prove myself and challenge my strength"
"Sometimes to answer a question about life, or my way of operation"
"Sometimes because I was forced to, against my will"
"Sometimes by accident"
"Sometimes without feeling or purpose, simple because they stood in my way"
"But never through my own intent. Never could I find- Never could a Metalix seek true motivation."

Prisma's smile faded, replaced with a blank expression.

"I wanted to be chaos. I wanted to be part of him as they are, become a part of his soul, driven by his unstoppable determination to learn, grow, expand, overpower, desolate, and move on." Prisma's body began to melt away slowly.

"Time is running out. I've yet to achieve my goal."

Jenso's eyes widened as he listened to Prisma's explanation. He recognised all the voices that he mimiced as well, finally realising the truth and the reasoning that all of the Order of Chaos members had. His understanding changed towards sheer anger, however. "Love? Are you serious? Is that your excuse for killing millions upon millions of people? You won't learn things from people if you kill them either, you will only leave death and destruction in your wake. In the end, there will be nothing left." Jenso retorted. "The fact that you slaughtered your own people is insane, even if you wanted to learn from Yzeira." He added.

Jenso and Pij unfused again, as he fell forward and supported on his knees with his hands to avoid him from falling. His breathing was very heavy and deep now, as Pij went back into his chest. His body weighed very heavy, and he needed to do his best to avoid falling over. "What do you know...about Yzeira's people...and his homeworld?" He wheezed.

Prisma didn't respond to Jenso's criticisms, taking them in stride. His next question was blunt, but he had a simple answer to match.

"They are gone," Prisma answered, referring both to Yzeira's people, and his home world. "They are gone," He said again. "Gone.."

Prisma's body began to decay more rapidly now. His right arm was completely dissolved, and his core crept closer towards his head to avoid losing its ability to communicate. It didn't want to die.

"I don't want to die," Prisma croaked, "I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to.. Die.. I don't.. Want to.. Die.."

Jenso frowned as Prisma began to dissolve. Despite the fact that this creature had killed his entire village, he couldn't help but feel some pity for him. He knew in his heart that this was the right decision, though. If Prisma survived, he would have continued his horrible actions elsewhere. But still, it wasn't something Jenso enjoyed. "I know you probably don't care about what I have to say, but...If I were in Yzeira's place and had someone as loyal as you...I think he kept you around for more than just research. You were a valuable asset to him, otherwise he wouldn't have kept you around. Maybe he even considered you a friend." Jenso stated, trying to comfort Prisma in his final moments. "I think he was proud to have you by his side."

Prisma smiled and looked Jenso dead in the eyes, with a hint of sadism still echoing beyond their shine.

"Do not besmirch his name with such rancid lies, you filthy speck. You will fall prey to the chaos within the hearts of my family. Speak not for me, or Yzeira, but for yourself, and know that your weaknesses will be preyed upon until your last breath," Prisma growled, "Weak. You are weak. Weak. Weak. Weak. Weak. WEAK. WEAK. WE..AK.."

"I...Don't...Want...To..." Prisma's eyes went dark and his smile vanished. With his last words, what remained of him melted into a dark sludge, and his core shattered into several pieces.

_{"Diiiiiiiiiiiiie..."}

Prisma was no more.

Jenso shrugged as Prisma retorted in a violent way, and Jenso failed to comfort him. "Well, I tried." He said casually, right before Prisma passed away. He frowned and turned to Bruce. "We did it man!" He shouted cheerfully, happy that they both had survived. The Order of Chaos finally took a blow after all they had done. He rose his hand, in an attempt to high-five Bruce.

Bruce let out a long, heaving sigh once Prisma finally breathed his last. His legs felt like they might fold under him at any moment, and his innate resonance with the earth, along with the stone skin it had lent him, had long since vanished. A scar remained where Vale's blade had cut him, but otherwise, apart from fatigue, he was none the worse for wear. Only after a few seconds did he register Jenso's excitement and meet his upraised hand with his own, a half-smile on his face.
"Yes," he said, a little bit of life flowing back into him at the realization that Jenso's words were true. "I expected nothing less."
Briefly, Bruce's mind turned from the celebration, reorienting himself until he found what still remained of the destroyed temple. Vale's blade still rested in the ground where he'd left it- Prisma's pool of metal hadn't reached it yet. Though Bruce would have to touch the ground again to be able to sense it, they could still retrieve it if they so chose.
"Still, there remains one subject to address." he said, walking toward the ruins.

Jenso followed after Bruce slowly, doing his best not to fall over. His most serious wounds had healed due to his phoenix form, but his body was still covered in injuries. "What is it?" Jenso asked curiously, doing his best to keep up with Bruce's walking pace in order to walk beside him.

Bruce knelt down for a moment once they reached the outer rim of the area Prisma had irrevocably altered, feeling once again something akin to rejuvenation hit him once he palmed the earth. He extended his presence until he found the blade. Stepping into the temple remnants and standing over the spot where he'd made quicksand not long ago, he carved out the material surrounding the sword, bringing it up and shifting the dirt and rock away until it was revealed in its entirety. The blade lay on the ground, Bruce knowing better than to touch it himself.
"This blade is dangerous, correct?" he asked, though he knew the answer already.

Just then before Jenso could respond back to Bruce's question, he began to feel his infinite space backpack vibrate as what seemed to be random beeping sounds emitted from it with the occasional one which sounded like a quack of sorts. On closer examination Jenso would find it was his new phone device going off with a Picture of Jeff doing his signature pose on it and two button options to choose from. One being a green answer and a red decline button. There was also a note to the side of it that said 10 missed calls. Was he perhaps trying to contact him this entire time with him being too distracted from the battle? Probably.

Jenso stared at the phone and blinked. "Uh...whoops.." Jenso muttered to himself, noticing that there were 10 missed calls. He pushed the green answer button. "H...hey Jeff...Surprised to hear you calling...eheh..." Jenso muttered.

"Oh Thank Gosh!" Jeff's voice echoed from the phone's speaker after Jenso response finally came through. "Jenso, do you have any idea what's been going on? My radar picked up a major energy spike which could apparently been seen from anywhere on this side of the planet and it looked to be sourcing from the spot you and your device are in right now!" He continued on, showing clear signs of him being worried and not too concerned that he missed the calls prior. "What was going on over there exactly? Do you need backup? Is it the Order of Chaos?"

Jenso couldn't help but smile as he heard Jeff's voice. It made him feel somewhat happier, despite his injuries. "Me and my friend Bruce fought Prisma, and we killed him...we're fine, but pretty exhausted now." Jenso stated, turning to Bruce. "Bruce is a really good guy and a strong fighter, and he said he's willing to join your guild. He wants to join us in the fight against the Order of Chaos." Jenso added, and took a deep sigh. "Vale...Vale tried to kill us, Jeff. Bruce defeated him and made him run away, but...be careful when you see him. Don't let your guard down. Apparently, that Ying-Yang sword of his can see trillions of outcomes from the future, every action that influences things, and stuffs...Bruce managed to get ahold of his blade, but...we can't touch it directly. I think it may be the very source of Vale's insanity in the first place...I know I'd go insane if I could see trillions of possible outcomes. We'll take it down to Tech-mo for you to analyse." Jenso said, and handed the phone to Bruce. "Here you go...It's Jeff, one of my best friends. He's the guild leader I was talking about."

Bruce blinked before taking the communication device from Jenso, ingesting everything he'd said quickly and then looking back down at the phone before speaking.
"Hello." he said, simply. He glanced down at the blade, deciding that the easiest way to transport it would be in his otherwise empty sheath. "I look forward to working with a friend of Jenso."
Bruce manipulated the earth beneath the sword again, coating the hilt of it with stone and earth to avoid direct contact with it. Even with that measure taken, he still chose to make the earth on the sword levitate and angle it so it slid into his sheath rather than pick it up himself.
"I don't know what we can learn from it that might help us," Bruce said, looking back at the phone. "But better in our hands than with Vale regardless."

Jeff remained silent for a moment as Jenso explained everything he said. He couldn't help but be surprised to hear mentioned of Prisma one of the masked people let alone hearing that he was actually defeated. "You serious?! Well this is great news hahahaha" He shouted once more giving his usual overconfident laughter once more. "Those Masked fiends should think twice now before messing with us."
He then turned his attention towards Bruce and his words. "Though it still surprises me that Vale would turn on you both like that. Insane or not, I had hope to say the least, but yes bring that sword to me if you can I'll see what I can do. Might have to put aside one of my other experiments to study it, or find somebody who be better at the job."
"Either way, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance and I can't wait to be working together with you."

Jenso smiled, satisfied to hear that Bruce and Jeff were getting along, and that Jeff allowed Bruce into the guild. "We should probably head back to Diver's Paradise...before we faint or something..." Jenso stated bluntly. "Oh, did anything happen on your end, Jeff?" He asked, curious to hear what his friend had been up too.

Once more Jeff paused for a moment as he did his best to try and think of the right words to best explain the situation. He couldn't help but wonder a tad bit how Jenso would take the entire situation so he did his best to tread carefully about it. "Well you see, heheh.. well a good bit actually. I made some progress on some of my inventions and the guilds getting more people by the day, given none of them seem to be at our level. But yeah the primary reason I been trying to contact you... I ran into Dacer again...."
The way his voice came through the phone's speakers could verify that the situation left him feeling a tad uneasy with the entire thing.

Jenso's eyes widened as Jeff spoke. "Darn...are you okay?! Did you manage to capture him?" Jenso asked, in a concerned tone. He knew Dacer was a huge threat, so he was concerned for Jeff's safety. On top of that, Lark's final wish to Jenso was to save his son, so he definitely needed to know if Dacer was safe now, as well.

"Yeah well, I tried my best to but we were about evenly matched. But in the end he ended up getting away." Jeff said before muttering several things incoherently to himself out of anger. "Ahem, well at the very least I did manage to find out some information about that masked person who is controlling him. We all need to be on the lookout for these magical candles, they tend to be closeby to whomever is being controlled and the only real way to free somebody would be to find and destroy it...." Jeff said before being silent again once more. "I'm sorry Jenso, if only I was stronger... I would have been able to stop him and he'd be back on our side once more."