Israka stood on the shore of Fenuin Nui, his dark armour shining dully in the sun's light. Around him, small matoran huts blazed with destroying flames. Israka smiled cruely, his hand closing in around a small stone. The dark stone glowed with minute power. Israka laughed quietly, the toa stone in his hand growing in power each second.
In his other hand, Israka held a limp figure of a matoran. The black and orange Fe matoran lay unconscious in the powerful makuta's hand, and as Israka brought the stone closer to the matoran, the Fe matoran gasped for breath, even the minute amount of power bringing a hope to the matoran's life.
Israka's figure curled around the matoran's neck, the small sharp tipped talon extending into the muscle of the matoran, shadow energy running through the body of the small sapient being. And as the matoran breathed in deeply, his light slowly faded away, only to be replaced by a string of shadow...
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The ship holding the matoran rocked violently as the dead trees it entered cracked and creaked. Vaho struggled to keep the vessel in control, but it was not one hundred percent effective. The trees of Lor Koro were dense, and even in their dead state they were strong and powerful.
"If we can't get through the trees, then what are we supposed to do?" asked Lazare, looking at Kano for help. But it was not Kano who answered, but Letamaru, the matoran of air.
"The trees that live-stand in our forests on Leriam are twice as powerful as these. We need to hit-attack them at a certain point. Steer the water vessel towards the left side of the trees. They break easily there."
"If you say so, then I guess we should do that," agreed Vaho, steering the ship to the side of the trees. The trees cracked, spliting apart, allowing the smaal vessel to go deeper into the sunken land of Lor Koro...
