Xaerrogant was once a ruler of nations, destroyer of cities; he was once a king of Matoran. All that had changed that day that the Traitors had come to Ta-Koro. They destroyed every bit of power and respect that he had, so he came to Le-Koro to stop them.
Heh. That worked out well.
He was wandering the street; he had absolutely no idea what to do. After all, he wasn’t a detective, he wasn’t a doctor, and he wasn’t anything anymore. What was a poor matoran to do? He resolved to walk around the city during the night, when the traitors were prowling. He passed the Chattering Corpse Heap, through the vines and bridges, and to the center of town.
He found himself getting cold, like it was a premonition of something horrendous happening. He shrugged it off, as the Trators closed in.
Xaerrogant heard just a few words before his life was ended. A familiar voice said behind him, “Arrogance is not for the poor.” as he grabbed Xae and consumed his soul.
OM NOM NOM.
Meanwhile, BZP Blade, Taka Nuvia, and Negative were all innocent, as they were in the Turaga’s hut all night with a nasty flu.
Voting ends on Saturday.