"Terminax, dearest creation you have no more power. After your rampage of destruction I had no other choice. I left you in that toxic wasteland. There probably you'll learn some manners." -Makuta Ellix Terminax woke up to find he was no longer home. He was greeted with toxic fumes that expelled strong odor; but he couldn't give up so he crawled to the nearest place of dry land and rested there. The toxic tides were coming. The next morning Terminax realized a strange thing had happened to his armor. His once rigid and bumpy armor has turned smoother and fluent. With his new armor he will rule.