Valendale had been waiting patiently for his turn. Long ago, his Tower Valendale, a base for mafia operations, had been destroyed. Since then, he had been posing as a villager. Secretly, he had been building a Castle Valendale in this place. It was much colder here. Too cold for any toa of fire. A toa of ice yes, perhaps even a toa of stone. Valendale turned around. He saw all the Chattering Corpse heaps there. He raised his staff, freezing them all into one giant Chattering Corpse Glacier. From this he pulled five of the best to serve him. There was a village to the South. This was where they would enact his revenge. He began summoning spirits to inhabit it.