Sidorak stared out over the City of Legends, seeing the battle below through the eyes of Toa Kopaka. He would have preferred returning to his old body, but no doubt it had long rotted away.
He sighed. It felt good to be "alive" again. Good to be alive and leading an army again.
The attack plan was simple, yet effective. Since spirits are incapable of manipulating physical matter, all they had to do was possess the Matoran population to create an instant army. Though not the most intimidating species, the Matoran's ingenuity and Metru Nui's position in the larger world made this an excellent beach head for further conquest.
An idea ran through Sidorak's mind. "Do I still have my old powers?" he thought.
Seeing a passing Matoran fleeing from a Skakdi spirit, he attempted to conjure an obedience Rhotuka. A wheel of energy appeared on his open hand. He smiled and fired. Instantly, the Matoran stopped, and the spirit took over the body.
"This just got a lot easier," he thought.
Using Lewa's Mask of Levitation, Nidhiki hovered above the battle, firing energy bolts on the Matoran below.
"Yes, run you repugnant whelps," he thought. "This is what you get for betraying me!"
When Vain Glory had approached him to be general, he had jumped at the chance to get revenge on Metru Nui.
"What he failed to tell me was that I would be working for my old employer. But on the bright side, he can't kill me. I'm already dead."
"Ah, the scent of fear and conquest," said Roodaka, as she stood atop the Coliseum. "Nothing ever smelled so sweet."
"You seem to be enjoying yourself, Roodaka."
Turning Gali's head, Roodaka saw Tahu standing beside her.
"Indeed, I am, Antroz. Tell me, how does it feel to be in the body of your old foe?"
"Unusually refreshing. The Matoran have looked to him for leadership for so many years. Now to see him turn against them oh the looks on their faces."
Carapar and Icarax were enjoying themselves. In fact, one could almost say they were happy.
"Just the thing to cure the old doldrums, eh Icarax?" asked Carapar, as he swiped at a nearby Matoran.
Icarax laughed, an unnerving sound coming from Onua's mouth, and blasted a group of Ta-Matoran guards with chain lightning. "You said it. I haven't had this much fun in years!"
Laughing again, the two turned back to the fray. Life, and death, was good!
South of the city, near the gates of the Great Barrier, three figures could be seen. However, had anyone passed by, they would not have seen them, for here too, the spirits of the dead walked.
Two of them sat on ground while the other paced back and forth.
"Sit down will you? Pacing isn't going to help anything," asked the blue seated being.
"I can't help it," replied the black armored spirit. "He should have been back by now."
"Don't worry about him," said the small seated being. "You know he can keep his own."
"I suppose you're right," said the black being, sitting beside them. "But still..."
As if on cue, another tall being appeared beside them.
"What's the situation?" asked the small being.
"Not good," said the new arrival. "The Toa Nuva have been possessed, and hordes of spirits are taking over the population."
"Well then, it's up to us to stop them!" said the black being.
"But how?" asked the small being. "Four of us against thousands of them?"
"The Great Beings do nothing without purpose," said the tall being. "We are here for a reason, and if this isn't it, I don't know what is."
The black being stood up, followed by his companions.
"You're right, Botar. Now, my friends, onward," said Hydraxon.
As the spirits took flight, Mavrah looked ahead at their destination.
"Ironic, isn't it, Naho. The City of Legends being saved by its legends themselves."