A specter glided after Anthyn as she left the Turaga's hut. The air around him shimmered under his rage, and the heat pouring off in waves off his body. His footsteps cooked the ground her walked on, hissing as they vaporized what little water was left after his trip towards hut. Empty pits of darkness continued to stare straight ahead, even as Anthyn lept up to one of the buildings. Of course, he followed her, as if some unseen force was simply pulling invisible strings to direct his movements. Faintly, the sound of someone shouting echoed within him, and his distant eyes fixed themselves on an unusual scene. An orange-armored Toa, probably one of Plasma like himself, was shouting something to a brown-armored Skakdi currently sprawled on the ground.
In another time, Embok would have reacted differently. Before, he would have strode up to them, his mere presence slicing through the crowd like the bow of a ship through water. Back then, the noble Toa would have diffused the situation with carefully placed words. But not now. Now, he watched silently as the girl continued to spew psychotic threats at the Skakdi. The words filled his mind, and the soulless marionette consumed them, using them to fuel thoughts of dead and pain. Burning.
His mind was no longer functioning on the level of "intelligent" beings, instead a sea of swirling emotions, heavy with sorrow and burning with hate. The inner turmoil was visiable behind the inky depths of his eyes as he watched the Toa of Plasma before him. He did not move as Anthyn swooped down. Words were spoken, but none heard by golden-armored Toa. The Skakdi's expression strickened, the simple movement of facial features gave Embok pleasure. He fed on it, the Skakdi's fear, his pain.
The world would burn.
It would suffer as he had.
For too long had he carried the pain for the world, protecting it from suffering at the cost of himself. No longer would he defend at the cost of himself. He gave everything he had, sacrificed all that he was, and only got death in return.
It was the reason why Embok drifted after the two ladies as they dragged the Skakdi along. It was why he drank in the fear left in the poor being's wake. It was why the wide grin grew across his face as he heard the Skakdi's armor crack. It was a look filled with hunger.
The ladies spoke, he did not.