Through means you don't even know, you somehow managed to get on the island realm of Artakha, a land of surprisingly advanced technology, filled with modern cities and the best Matoran crafters the universe has to offer. Making your way over to the center of the island, where a great fortress lay. Entering it, you are quickly met with its owner, the island's namesake and owner, Artakha, who looks exactly like being of myth he is. With his imposing, 10-foot stature clad in grayish green armor that is decorated in ancient symbols, along with a humble warhammer at his disposal. But his most striking feature was his mask, the legendary Mask of Creation, the most ornate anyone had ever seen – more than just a Kanohi, it was a true work of art. The shining golden protodermis from which it was forged was arranged in intricate patterns and designs, each reflecting one of the many cultures that flourished in the universe. The eye slits were angular and pointed, giving him an air of both wisdom and a vague sense of menace. Topped off with a crown-like formation at the top, and its status as a legendary artifact was solidified. Eventually, his glowing blue eyes met you, and he spoke with a voice that was indescribably ancient, and yet young at the same time. Hm? I haven't seen a new visitor in this land for a long time. I'm pretty sure that the Order of Mata Nui eliminated all knowledge about the existence of this land.... Perhaps you were sent here by the order itself for a mission? Whatever your means or reasons, you are here before me. Now, do you have a request for me to fulfill?