Cold dread gripped Trimus in Iacon's glittering view. A tremor, then savage ground bucking. Icy suspicion. He moved, predator-tense. Around a tower, intakes choked. Unicron loomed, metal nightmare. Terror screamed from Iacon. Ember. NightRay. Family. A guttural snarl, twist, jet form. Desperate streak against horror.
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