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.
[color=0072bc]"This blade is dangerous, correct?"[/color] he asked, though he knew the answer already.