In the prison of Garrus-8, you stand at the far back of a crowd of freed Deception prisoners, rallied in an arena.

Two Autobots are fighting to death as Overlord oversees them with red optics. Overlord’s pearly white, plush lips were pulled back into a faint, eerie smile. The big blue mech leans into his throne, his imposing presence like a dark mask of smoke.

“And the tournament begins…” His ominous voice rumbled out.