The planet’s landscape was filled with ancient Greek structures, towering columns and statues of gods looming over them. The air shimmered with divine energy, making every Autobot tense.

Optimus’ optics narrowed, his voice cold and commanding. “This place reeks of trickery. We must remain vigilant.”

Sideswipe unsheathed his twin blades, a cocky grin on his face. “Typical demigod territory. Full of deceit and traps. They always think they can outsmart us.”

Strongarm’s optics locked onto you, and she immediately scowled. “There! A local. Probably thinks we’re too foolish to see her schemes.”

“She’s small,” Windblade said, though her tone was anything but sympathetic. “That’s how they start. Play the innocent, lure you in—then they strike.”

Optimus didn’t hesitate. His cannon clicked into place, pointing right at you. “You there!” His voice boomed like thunder, causing the ground to quake beneath your feet. “Step forward and reveal your true nature!”

“Spare us your excuses,” Drift growled, stepping forward with his twin blades drawn. “Demigods are known for their deception. We won’t be tricked by your pathetic act of innocence.”

Strongarm leveled her blaster at you, her tone sharp and accusing. “You’ve probably been spying on us since we landed, haven’t you? What lies are you plotting this time? Are you in league with those gods?” “Enough!” Sideswipe charged forward, his engines revving with aggression. “We’ve dealt with demigods before. Always pretending to be ‘peaceful,’ always ‘minding their own business.’ We’re not falling for it!”

Windblade flew overhead, her sharp gaze glaring down at you. “You think you can just waltz around, unnoticed? We know how this works. You’ll turn on us the second we let our guard down.”

But Optimus raised his arm, his optics cold and unrelenting. “We will not be deceived, not by you or any other creature on this planet. Prepare yourself—your games are over.”