After a whole day fighting off against Nui-Ramas and Muakas, we finally arrived at the Kini-Nui.
We were all weary from our fights—heck, Kopeke looked like he was about to pass out. I didn't blame him; I still can't even imagine what it would be like to have to craft ice sculptures at his pace. But as usual, he didn't say anything of it.
We were all covered by a sea of trees—which caused images of Le-Koro to flash into my mind. I shuddered at the thought of Le-Koro. I don't care how beautiful Taipu thinks it is; I never want to step into its humidity and bug swarms ever again!
Surrounding the trees were Ko-Koronan mountains. I vaguely remember my time in there. I could remember struggling against millions of snowflakes—the likes of which obscured my vision from the flags I was so desperately trying to follow. After that was waking up under Matoro. Then there was—no, actually that was pretty much it.
Shivering at the thought of going back into Ko-Wahi, I caught sight of a rather large leaf blocking the way. From behind the leaf came murmuring.
Everyone but me had a disc in-hand, ready to fire at will.
"Relax, guys," I reassured them. "If anything goes wrong, the toa will help us."
"But the toa!" Kapura panted. "They are nowhere near us!"
With one quick sweep of my arm, I pushed a leaf out of my way—revealing all six toa as they stood before the kini. It was there where they stood in the midst of the Kini's grasp, talking with each other all the while. It was in the most open area I had seen all day where we caught sight of them.
Each of their masks glistened within the sunlight, assuring me these were our heroes—indeed they were.