The name says it all, well, maybe. Massive trees were grown together flawlessly to form buildings and homes for all the Bo-matoran and jungle agori. Vine ladders and branch bridges link skyscraper to skyscraper magnificently.
A toa of shadow falls from the sky. She grabs a vine and does her best to keep her momentum horizontal via vineswinging.
Swinging through the jungle, she snatches a former matoran of air from the street. "AHHHH!" "Hush. The vortixx wish to bind us with morality once more. Will you come with me?" "Um. Alright..." Leran looks down at the blurred ground below. "Where are we headed?" "Out of the city. Cling to my back." Leran does so, despite the high speeds they maintain and the odd spines on her back. ... They leave the city...
Red masked Matoran arrive and announce the good news of Revolution. Red Flags are placed ar every street corner, and Matoran are invited to rejoice in freedom which many do.