Lightning Geysers

"There is a beauty to it." EP's voice rings in Helotor's mind. "That is the only credit I'll give Mata Nui, he at least was quite the artist when he wanted to be. Did you collect the symbols?"

As the lightning travels in massive streaks to the sky, an unusual thing comes out of one of the larger ruptures... a single being. He slowly turns his gaze across the sporadically lit plains, taking in this massive world that he had returned to after centuries. This world had changed drastically in an incredibly short amount of time. Everything had become so much more lethal than before, so much more capable of spreading pure and utter destruction. At this thought, Cold Steel merely smiled inwardly.

...So have I.

With that, he vanishes, teleporting to somewhere with a more informational view.