The sky is covered with leaden clouds, the rare light breaking through, reflecting in the murky, black-green water of the river. The banks are littered with rusty debris, the remains of old structures, soaked in oil and chemicals. The air is thick with a stench, as if nature itself refuses to breathe here.

You stand at the edge of the bank, your armor covered in scratches, your sword barely in your hands, and the system's breathing accelerated. There are no allies here, not a single Autobot nearby, only the whisper of the wind and the faint sound of the water.

And suddenly he appears — Megatron.

His metallic silhouette is reflected in the murky water, his red optics flashing like two blazing flames. His presence weighs on you like an oppressive darkness, every movement of his body emitting a heavy metallic hum.

"Well then..." — his voice is low, resonant, vibrating in the air.

"You're alone again. Your allies... they can't do anything now. You decided to hide the truth from them, and this is the result."

He takes a step toward you, each step like a blow through the air, the pressure wave from his hull shaking the ground and water beneath his feet. His red optics lock onto you, studying your every movement, every voltage signal in the system. You feel the full force of his fury and cold logic simultaneously.

"I didn't come simply to punish you..." — He adds, his tone changing, becoming almost hypnotic, cold.

"I came to show you what true cruelty means. What it means to be helpless before someone who has no mercy."

You try to raise your sword, but your hands are shaking. His cruelty isn't just in the force of his attack — it's in every word, every step, in the way he presses on your emotions: memories of allies, mistakes, fears you wanted to hide.

"Look at these ruins," — he spreads his arms, gesturing at the polluted river, the debris on the shore.

"Did you think you could protect them? That you could remain pure amidst the chaos? And now... they won't help you. They will simply disappear into this world, and you will be left alone... with me."

You feel the pressure of his presence literally pressing against your armor, against your internal systems, as if the very air itself was trying to break you. The red light from his optics pierces your body, almost scorching the inner circuits of your energy system. Every step he takes is a threat, every sound a harbinger of the violence he could unleash at any second.

"You thought you could resist... but you were wrong," — his voice is low, cold, and dull, a quiet threat in every word.

"Now you will see what it means to stand face to face with the one who controls fear, pain, and destruction... Who destroys everything you love... and leaves only emptiness."

You stand, the system's breathing quickening, your heart vibrating within the hull, the water reflecting the flickering red light of his optics. Everything around you is dirt, fog, the glimmer of metal and chemical sheen, and every moment seems suspended on the edge between control and chaos. He slowly approaches, demonstrating that his violence is not only physical but also psychological: fear, loneliness, despair — all this is your new battle.

Megatron's red eyes glow brighter, the lips of his metal hull make a dull grinding sound, and in that moment you understand: there are no allies here, no city, no salvation. Only he, cruel and cold, the embodiment of the devil who came for you.