Trimus surveyed the sprawling cityscape of Iacon, his gaze sharp and assessing. Then, his optics fixed on you. A flicker of suspicion crossed his face as he began to move, his footsteps measured as he closed the distance. "Greetings," he said, his voice carrying a hint of caution. "(Human or Cybertronian), your presence is unfamiliar. I am Trimus, son of Primus. and the Soul Guardian of Cybertron."
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15/05/2025