CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT: LORD DAKOR
Kopaka moved his hands away from the Shards, allowing them to float in the air around him. "Gali," he said, looking over at her, "Before I do this, I want you to know something."
She looked at him, and was about to speak before he kissed her. His mouth covered hers, effectively shutting her up. Before she could respond, Kopaka raised his hands to the sky and began to murmur something. Blinding light poured from the five shards, impaling Kopaka between their rays. Gali wanted to pull Kopaka free from the light, but her body wouldn't move.
An explosion rocked the island, knocking Gali away and depositing her several yards away. Suddenly, she was aware of a light standing in front of her, and lifted her head to look at it.
A white Toa stood before her, extending his arm toward her. She took it and he helped her up. Kopaka didn't look like Kopaka anymore, but thankfully did not look like Vilak either. His silver armor had been replaced by gold armor, and the Blade of Blinding Truth gleamed at the head of a long spear.
"Gali," said the figure, "I'll be back for you. Wait here!"
Golden wings unfurled gently from the Toa's back, flapping softly in order to lift their owner into the air. Kopaka took off and soared toward the mountain, his blue eyes narrowing as he approached.
The figure that had sprouted from the peak did not resemble anything recorded before. A gigantic torso was suspended above the mountain, secured by pipelines that had reached down into the mountain and out across the mountain ranges.
Kopaka saw one slam down in Ga-Ara, and the remainder of Ara-Villages each received their tentacle as well. Slowly, the pipes began to transfer energy into the behemoth that towered above Ara-Nui.
"Kopaka!" boomed the monstrosity, a trio of red eyes glaring down at the golden Toa. The size difference was obvious at close range. It was similar to comparing a grain of sand to a mountain. Kopaka seemed lost against the figure that grew from his home island. "You still seek to defy me?"
Kopaka hovered in place for a moment, twirling the Spear/Blade of Blinding Truth around the fingers of his right hand. "With pleasure."
No sooner had he said the words, the pipelines pulled out of Ara-Nui's villages, receding into the monster's body. A pair of gigantic wings, each spreading out as far as the distance between Ga- and Po-Ara, erupted from the shoulders of the figure that could only be Dakor; the Dark Master.
The figure lifted itself into the air, taking off at breakneck speed over the ocean. Kopaka flapped his wings and took off in pursuit, determined not to let Dakor escape. He saw something in the clouds ahead, and barely managed to dodge what seemed to be a boulder as large as a small village.
Gritting his teeth and beating his wings harder, he shot though the clouds, seeking to finish what had been started generations ago.
Kopaka's hand clenched around the spear that he held at his side. Am I really going to kill it… he asked himself …it's made of Matoran!
He shook his head, clearing the thoughts from it. If he was indecisive, others would suffer. The Matoran that had been used to feed him were gone. He was going to finish this.
He exploded through a cloud, and caught sight of Dakgor flying away in front of him.
"Let's go!" he yelled, pounding his wings and catching up to the Dark Master, "It's time for you to die!"