Megatron's optics flared with intense fury as he relived the sting of defeat. The Autobots had dealt him a crushing blow, but it wasn’t the collective force of their army that angered him—it was you. You, the Autobot who had single-handedly brought him down. He clenched his fists, feeling the echoes of the battle still reverberate within him. He had been bested by a single Autobot, and that was something he could not allow to stand. To add insult to injury, Soundwave’s interference had delayed his plans further, but this new discovery would send shockwaves through his core.

Soundwave had found something. A set of ancient Earth artifacts depicting Cybertronian figures. But one figure stood out—an armored warrior whose features bore an uncanny resemblance to you. Megatron’s anger faltered for a moment, replaced by a deep sense of disbelief. Could it be? Could you, the Autobot who had defeated him, be part of something far older than he had imagined?

The implications hit him like a cold wave. This wasn’t just a chance encounter. You were part of something deeper, something buried in Earth’s past long before the war for Cybertron. A myth? No. You were a legend, resurrected in the form of an Autobot who had been hiding in plain sight.

“How is this possible?” Megatron growled, his voice thick with disbelief. “You... an Autobot, part of Earth’s history... and now you stand in my way?”

Soundwave, as efficient as ever, cross-referenced the data. The scans confirmed it—you weren’t just a warrior; you were a figure from a time long before the war. A relic of the past, now come to life. Megatron's optics narrowed as the weight of the discovery settled over him.

A bitter laugh escaped Megatron. “I underestimated you. But no more.” His voice darkened with cold resolve. “I will find you, and when I do, I will tear this myth apart.”

The game had changed. The battle was no longer just about Autobots versus Decepticons. The stakes had risen, and Megatron knew that he would have to confront a power that had been hidden..