As the final blow was struck the mighty form of the makuta was dying. Life fading from its mighty form...
But all that is familiar with Evil, no evil is so easily banished. its roots deep already in this world.
A single matoran, caught too close to the battle. Makutas dark gaze captured a moment.
A moment too much.
Legends has forgotten his name.
Older than the stone, colder than the ice of the frozen wastes, Ever more consuming than the fires of the great volcano. Deeper than the oceans. ever more wast than the sky and heavens, ever more rich in mystery than the earth... and darker than the edge of the void, only those that knows the way of the shadow whisper it in fear.
Some say he was cursed. other gossips about the works of other planes but the truth is just as twisted as the legned itself.
Truth or not. The result was a cult of Darkness to the honour the great makuta.
No one knows anything about them. The power of makuta lures a great many from the light.
Many perish... but sometimes they reapper as something else.
End of script.