OOC: I feel so giddy right now
Alright, here goes nothing...
Spellbinder's Mask of Incomprehension was surrounded in a strong, bluish glow as the Ce-Toa hovered quitely in the air.
Perceptions blinked before her; thoughts, feelings, desires... everyone was an open book for her to read as she wished, and she had a feeling she was going to enjoy it.
She seized the mind of a Toa she'd encountered briefly earlier, the Ba-Toa who'd fought Vezok. She could see everything, and proceeded to pluck his brain...
Helios stood frozen, unable to move as a new wave of debilitating force flowed into his mind, his limbs growing limp even as he tried to resist, only for his will to be crushed instantaneously.
"You have no power here, little Toa"
The voice spoke the truth, he knew it was so, and his last cramped attempts at resistance ceased, a few blinks of thought were all the reached Spellbinder as she broke the poor Toa's mind.
There was nothing left, just an empty shell. Helios fell limply to the ground, not talking anymore.
Spellbinder cackled in euphoria, such power felt amazing.
She saw another mind, bearing the identity of Riaril, and was about to repeat the process when she caught notice of something.
A powerful presence was there; an ancient, an old one was contemplating riddles far beyond the insignificant toils of the City of Legends. Amazingly, it had not noticed her. She carefully probed this strange mind, the realization of what it was hitting her like she'd just discovered the meaning of life itself.
This mind... it stretched into every corner of the Universe. It was an all-encompassing presence, a powerful will that held dominion over all that happened, the wind and sea was its playthings, and its inhabitants its underlings.
Spellbinder could not believe it... she was actually on the same plane as the Great Spirit himself... Mata Nui. The twin moons hovered above her, and she stared at them, now fully aware of what they actually were.
The decision was made before it was ever considered.
She creeped into the recesses of the Great Spirit's mind, peeking carefully at his thoughts, and what she saw angered her; hardly a single thought in this being's life had been spared on his loyal subjects, even whilst doing their job which Spellbinder now realized was essential for his continued function. Mata Nui was not the benevolent lord they'd been so often told, he was an arrogant and distant fool of a spirit that did not deserve such loyalty.
But she knew someone who did.
And so she made her move, drowning the unsuspecting Great Spirit in images depicting the toils of his 'beloved people', her mind was a conduit for everything negative that had befallen the Matoran since the birth of the universe. She ripped these thoughts straight from any given mind at her leisure, forcing them into the Great Spirit's mind whilst hissing.
"Yes, this is your fault"
"What have I done?
"You've overstayed your welcome, my dear Great Spirit, I'm running this show now"
Mata Nui's desperate cry of resistance was drowned out by another debilitating wave, fueled by the immense power of the stones, she was the God here, Mata Nui was nothing. She gathered her power and went in, throwing her weight against his, slamming against his mind with her godlike power.
It was over before it had really begun. A shake went through the Universe, shaking everything to its very foundations as a powerful sense of dread settled upon them all, Matoran, Vortixx and Zyglak alike.
The Great Spirit was no more.
And they called to him hopelessly, and they were confused, and they were angered.
How? Simply... how?
It was then a dark presence entered their minds, a creeping, malicious spire sliding into their souls, tainting them with the mark of servitude, ripping apart their minds to quash every thought of rebellion before it ever manifested, not even the people of Psionics were safe, their feeble little barriers worthless against this all-encompassing power.
Eyes went blank, heartlights whited out, battles stopped and quarrels ceased as all acted as one...
"Bow to me, puny mortals"
And it was so, for no one could deny this presence its every wish. Although somewhere, a surprisingly powerful presence relented, it was not to last.
Velika's knees were forced into the sand as his mind was erased, to prevent it from ever being a threat, one last thought slipping from his dying spirit.
"We... we have failed"
OOC: And that was all she wrote