Months ago, this was where he had met them all. Merror.....Pirok.......it was here that - technically - his story had began to unfold. What was a shrine to Mata-Nui, now featured the caves of Makuta...but no matter how dark it got in there, it was still proof that Mata Nui's power was real.
And for that, he was grateful.
After all, the Toa Maru had defeated Makuta. Right?
Still, JL couldn't help but feel like something went wrong. After defeating oppression, people became oppression itself. It was....wrong. Those who once stood for the virtues that gave courage and hope in the hearts of the matoran, now stood for things even worse. Rather than courage it was aggression. Rather than unity...it was separation.
What do I do? JL though. After all, he had made it in his mind a promise to help others. Ever since.....the Toa of Fire, and the Rahkshi Battle at Ta-Koro, he'd made it his way of life to help people as much as he can. However, how could he help?
The world was threatened by how it worked, and JL - alone - couldn't fight the world. To help others, he needed power. He needed-
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The sounds of footsteps echoing the dark hallways of that which was once Makuta's lair were at a pace higher than normal. Same goes for JL's heart rate; his entire body was vibrating from fear, and he could feel a gut feeling that whatever was in this massive system was wrong, changed by Makuta to ignore the light, to provide darkness.
And JL hated the fact that the one thing that came to light was the one thing that caused the temptation that ruined the world.
Of course....it isn't as if JL didn't like what was behind the vault. If Makuta really did have such power, then if a righteous person wielded it....wouldn't they be able to make each of the villages understand again that unity is required?
Or did what many people feared back in the day - that without a figure of evil there would be no unity - be the only possible thing to happen?
As the Toa of Lightning lit up the area with blue-white light from channeling his element in his sword, he turned a corner. By now, he had almost memorized the route around the area, yet each time he entered something surprised him. Today, it was Bok, who stood alone, facing the vault, the magnificent doorway that even the mightiest Toa couldn't open. All that was left on it was a taunt by Makuta, and it was something JL knew would be cracked soon. Like how the chronicler's company had given their riddles and each be cracked and dedicated to helping the world, this riddle would someday be cracked.
The only problem was how would it help the world.
JL walked over to Bok. Despite their locale and his feelings, he still tried to put up a cheerful attitude. "So! What brings you to the vault today?"
OOC: The vault. Sounds like something from Borderlands.