Jaller sat in his home in Ta-Metru, thinking about the night's events. Heroes' Eve had always had a special meaning to Jaller. Most of the other beings that were remembered on this night had lived in the distant past, in a time that Jaller no longer remembered. Matoro had been one of his closest friends.
"I miss him," he thought. "I wonder -"
He stopped and looked out the window. A thunderclap echoed through the city, but when he looked up, he saw a strange-looking cloud, hovering over the city
"Odd," thought the Fire Toa. "There were no signs of rain earlier today."
He moved towards the door and walked out onto the street. Another clap of thunder rolled over the city as the shadow of night became even darker, and as Jaller turned towards the source, he froze in awe and fright. The cloud was rapidly growing, becoming a vortex of darkness that swirled high above the city, blocking out the moon's light and consuming the stars as it expanded outward. A soft beep sounded in his ear, and he pressed his finger to the communicator built into his mask.
"Jaller?" said the voice of Tahu, "do you see what I see?"
"If you mean the funnel of doom that just appeared over Metru Nui, then yes, I do."
"Call your team, and meet the rest of us at the Coliseum. I don't know what's going on, but need to find out soon."
Jaller took off at a run, calling the rest of the Mahri as he went. Whether fear or urgency drove him, he did not know. And he did not care. Whatever this was, it had to be stopped, before something terrible happened.
Matoro stopped and turned to Lhikan. "Did you hear that?" he asked.
"Yes, I did," the Fire Toa replied. They looked up towards the source of the noise and gasped at the sight.
"What is that?" Lhikan wondered aloud.
"Why don't we have a look? Can't hurt right?"
"Actually, it can."
The two spirits jumped at voice behind them.
When they turned to see who had actually heard them speak, they saw a being that was about the height of a Toa with a long sword strapped to his waist. He seemed to have no armor at all; rather, he was clothed in a white cloak that fell to just below his knees. His face, which defied any accurate description, seemed both hardened from countless battles, and at the same time, gentle enough to tame a Takea shark. His whole body seemed to glow as he stood in the middle of the street, but none of the passing Matoran seemed to notice him.
"Who are you," asked Matoro, "and how can you see us?"
"My name is Unremitting Truth. I have been sent here to close the gates of the Inferno and protect this world from those who mean it harm."
"Sent here?" asked Lhikan, "by who?"
"I believe your people refer to them as the Great Beings."