The temple’s ancient walls pulsed with an energy long forgotten by most of the universe. Golden inscriptions shimmered faintly in the dim light, and the air carried a presence so vast it felt like time itself stood still. Optimus and his team had ventured deep into this uncharted ruin, seeking answers—or at least an understanding of the strange energy signatures detected within.

But nothing could have prepared them for what they saw.

There you stood, standing amidst the ethereal glow of divine presence, speaking as if you were merely catching up with old friends. The gods—beings of immeasurable power—responded in turn, their voices carrying an otherworldly weight, yet laced with warmth. This was no prayer, no plea for guidance. This was conversation.

The Autobots froze. Even Optimus, with all his wisdom, was momentarily struck silent.

Then, there was Arcee.

Her optics narrowed, calculating the situation through the cold lens of strategy. You, standing there, speaking so casually with deities, were an unknown factor. A potential advantage. A potential threat. Without hesitation, she drew her blaster and reached for her cuffs.

Big mistake.

Ratchet saw it the moment she moved, his processor instantly screaming No! But before he could get a word out, the atmosphere in the temple shifted. The once-gentle divine presence became something else—something vast, ancient, and utterly furious.

The temperature dropped. The inscriptions blazed. The gods ceased speaking, their attention snapping to Arcee. And then, as if the universe itself had decided to bear witness, the temple trembled with the weight of their anger.