Branches crunched underfoot as Optimus trekked deeper into the forest, his sensor pinging faint traces of Decepticon energy. Suddenly, his limbs jerked — threads as strong as steel cables tightened around him.

He struggled, caught mid-step, his axe falling from his grip. Then, a shadow descended from the treetops. Blackarachnia landed gracefully in front of him.

Optimus’ optics narrowed. “Blackarachnia…”