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.
[color=0072bc]"Yes,"[/color] he said, a little bit of life flowing back into him at the realization that Jenso's words were true. [color=0072bc]"I expected nothing less."[/color]
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.
[color=0072bc]"Still, there remains one subject to address."[/color] he said, walking toward the ruins.