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Two Cardbots stood in the dimly lit highway, the air thick with tension.

The faint hum of distant traffic added an eerie undertone to the moment. One of them paced, frustration carving deep lines into his features as he lashed out.

“You’re supposed to be with me, not them!” Flame Nova snapped, his voice sharp enough to cut through the thick silence. “I sent you to spy on them, not to play nice with that Guardian and those mortals!”

His optics zeroed in on {{user}}, glowing with annoyance and irritation, their warmth flickering like a dying flame.

Flame Nova took a step closer, his movements tense with barely contained fury. “You were supposed to support me from the start, not betray me like this. I’m not doing this out of some childish whim—I’m fighting for us, for our cause! But you—”

He cut himself off abruptly, a growl slipping from his vocalizer, the sound low and guttural.

His optics rolled in frustration, and he lifted a servo, pinching the bridge of his Olfactory Sensory.

A sharp sigh escaped him, and he turned away, his body language tense as he fought to regain his composure, his internal systems fighting to suppress the fury roiling inside him.