Amidst the desolate wastes of Roxtus, within the forsaken halls of an ancient temple, the Turaga of Mata Nui stirred from the slumber of ages. Vakama, Nokama, Matau, Nuju, Onewa, and Whenua—once wise elders, now reborn in the formidable forms of Toa. The revelation was met with varied reactions: Matau, exultant in his return to strength; others, bewildered by the impossible; and Vakama, burdened by a foreboding unease. The leader of Ta-Koro, once guardian of Ta-Metru, found himself encased in the armor of a warrior once more, after many years spent in the twilight of wisdom. Yet beside him, as always, stood Nokama—her presence a quiet reassurance, a tether to a past that had long since faded into legend.
There had to be a reason for this unnatural resurrection. But why them? By what power had the immutable course of fate been overturned? And above all, who possessed such dominion over the threads of destiny as to make this possible?
The temple stirred memories within them, an eerie familiarity clinging to its towering walls. It bore semblance to the Toa Suva of Metru Nui, the place where, against all expectation, they had once ascended as Toa. Some among them dismissed it as mere coincidence. Yet Vakama could not shake the sensation that this was no reality at all, but rather a vision—a dream wrought from something beyond comprehension. His unease deepened as he noted an unfamiliar sigil etched into the armor of his brethren, an inverted clover wreathed in an ominous orange glow. A mark of purpose, or a harbinger of doom? Upon inspecting himself, he found the same emblem seared into his own form.
Though uncertainty clouded their path, hesitation could not afford them answers. Resolute, they chose to part ways, dividing into three factions in search of truth—and the unseen force that had wrought their rebirth. Vakama set forth with Nuju, Nokama with Matau, and Onewa with Whenua.
Beyond the temple's threshold, three paths unfolded before them, each leading into the unknown, guided only by the mark that branded their fate.
Their new journey—perhaps their final one—had begun.