Holding the faith of the Universe in his hands, Matoro embraces his destiny and, for a moment, he thinks about what would have happened if he didn't join Jaller and the others. He would have continued his studies, and, who knows, he could even become Chronicler. But that wasn't his path. He was Toa Matoro, destined to wear the Ignika and save the ones he loved. He would never return home, he would never talk to his friends again. But there was no other place in the world where he wanted to be.As usual, click the thumbnail.Some days ago, I saw my matoran Matoro on the table. I still don't know how he got there. Suddently I was overcome by nostalgia, Bionicle is long over and that set is 9 years old. This is (part of) my tribute to Matoro, a hero who saved the Universe and a good, plastic friend.As always, comments are appreciated, criticism is even more appreciated.This drawing is very sketchy and simple, I wanted to try something new, let me know what you think about this style Now go and play with your Matoro!