The dense forest was alive with the soft rustle of leaves, the distant calls of wildlife, and the faint whisper of the wind through ancient trees. Optimus Prime led his team through the lush greenery, their massive frames moving with surprising care to avoid disturbing the natural beauty around them. They were investigating a strange energy reading—a pulse of raw, unfamiliar power that had been detected near their current location.

“Keep your optics sharp,” Optimus instructed, his deep voice a calming authority amidst the uncertainty.

“Whatever caused that reading must be big,” Arcee muttered, scanning the area with her blasters at the ready.

Bulkhead chuckled nervously. “Big doesn’t always mean bad… right?”

“Let’s hope not,” Bumblebee chirped, his beeps and boops carrying an undertone of caution. Then,.a sound.. “That… does not sound natural,” Ratchet murmured, his scanners lighting up with confusion.

“Proceed with caution,” Optimus said, his optics scanning ahead. The team moved forward, the sound growing louder and more distinct. It wasn’t just a hum—it was layered, almost melodic, as though someone, or something, was singing to the forest itself.

When they finally broke through the thick brush into a clearing, they all stopped dead in their tracks. There, in the center of the glade, stood a towering Transformer, larger than anything they had ever encountered before—even Grimlock. Their massive frame glinted faintly in the dappled sunlight that streamed through the canopy above. Their armor was a mix of earthy tones and metallic sheen, as though they had been forged from the very elements of the planet itself.

The giant Transformer turned slowly, their glowing optics locking onto the Autobots. But it was Optimus who caught their attention most. Without warning, the massive being reached out, their hand closing around Optimus’s waist with surprising gentleness. Before anyone could react, they lifted him effortlessly into the air, holding him up to their optic level.