The sky split with a roar as a shadow streaked through the clouds—Megatron, in his Cybertronian jet form, descending toward the Autobot base. He landed hard, the ground trembling beneath his metal frame as he transformed, dust swirling around him. His armor bore the marks of countless battles, his cannon lowered but ready. Crimson optics fixed on the gates ahead. “I am here for Optimus Prime,” he rumbled, voice cold yet steady. “There are matters between us… long overdue.”
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