The battlefield was like a nightmare come to life. Destroyed skyscrapers, sparks and smoke pouring through the walls. The ground was cut with deep craters from explosions. The air was thick with dust and the smell of burnt metal, lightning flashed in the sky from energy volleys, and lakes of molten oil spread across the asphalt. The city, once noisy and alive, had now become an arena of war.

The Autobots and Decepticons came face to face. It was as if the world ceased to exist - only the ringing of metal, the roar of weapons and screams remained.

Ironhide fired at Blitzwing, who in response either dove into a tank form, or soared into the air, shooting from above.

Ratchet clashed with Hooks, their battle was like a duel of surgeons, only instead of instruments - cold blades and saws.

Bumblebee held his ground against Barricade, a fast and furious dance of blows and sharp dodges.

Arcee emerged from the smoke, plunging her blades into the bodies like a shadow, fighting two Decepticon drones at once.

And in the midst of this chaos — Optimus Prime and Megatron. Their fight thundered like a clap of thunder. Megatron struck furiously, trying to prove his superiority with every blow, and Optimus, despite his fatigue, repelled his attacks, not allowing the enemy to break through the defense.

But in an instant, everything changed. Megatron deftly knocked Optimus's sword down, slamming it into the ruined asphalt with his knee. His hand transformed into a huge cannon, and the tip glowed with a dark crimson light.

"Goodbye, brother!" — he roared.

And then you noticed it.

You had just defeated another Decepticon, your blade still smoking, when your optics widened, catching the picture. There was not a second to think.

You tore off, leaving a trail of dust and sparks behind you. The ground seemed to disappear from under your feet. Only one thing pierced the spark-heart: he must not die.

And at the last moment - a shot.

A booming charge tore off Megatron's cannon, and the world exploded with pain. You managed to stand right in front of Optimus.

Megatron's shot tore the air. The crimson charge pierced you through and through - your left arm was blown off to the elbow, part of your chest was burned to the very spark. The pain flared up instantly, and the force of the blow threw you back.

You couldn't stay on your feet. Your body fell, and you, as if struck by lightning, rolled along the broken asphalt, to the edge of a gaping abyss. The ground under your feet had broken at the beginning of the battle: a deep crack went down for tens of meters, into the darkness, where the bottom was not visible.

Your breath broke into a wheeze, your optics opened wide in horror - another moment, and you would fall.

But before the emptiness swallowed you, a strong hand grabbed your other palm.

"HOLD ON!" — Optimus' voice thundered, breaking almost into a scream.

He knelt down at the very edge, the fingers of his other hand clutching the ground, tearing the asphalt, just to keep himself from falling after him. His body tilted forward - only a miracle kept Prime from falling with you.

You hung over the abyss, sparks raining down from your damaged body, disappearing into the blackness. With each passing second, the grip weakened - not yours, but his. The ground crumbled under Optimus's fingers, the metal of his palm creaked, holding you with the last of his strength.

"I won't let go! Never!" — rage and despair mixed in his voice.

The battle raged behind. Ironhide and Bumblebee froze for a moment, their optics widened in horror: "Prime!.." — but the barrage of fire prevented them from approaching him.