Over a roaring river stands a colossal tree reaching toward the clouds. Even larger are it's leaves, thick platforms the size of small boats. When they fall - or are cut off by rahi making their homes in the tree - they dry into a light but tough wood. Matoran have no shortage of boats to race here.
Over a roaring river stands a colossal tree reaching toward the clouds. Even larger are it's leaves, thick platforms the size of small boats. When they fall - or are cut off by rahi making their homes in the tree - they dry into a light but tough wood. Matoran have no shortage of boats to race here.
FSS agents mve through the area, claiming it, but do not build anything here