Dave appeared in the middle of the Wilds. The formerly wide swath of greenery, bushes and trees where he died at was no more. The earth he stood on was upturned, rocks, boulders and matter from the sub-terrain had emerged out into mounds that rose over treetops. Dust was still settling, but it was clear enough for Dave to see the enormous sword digging into the ground of the Wilds.
The sword's shadow darkened the swath of the misshapen ground that Dave stood on. He could barely see its top.
"Damn son, this thing's kinda broken." Dave laughed to himself. He climbed on the miss mashed ground and rocks and approached the sword.
He thought about how to dig out the enormous weapon, and how to change it back to its former form. But the moment Dave laid his palm on the weapon, the entirety of the thing wobbled, sending more shockwave through the ground and then it began to shrink.
