A shadow falls over the debris, and then, emerging from the smoke, Megatron steps into view. His towering, imposing frame gleams with battle scars and tarnished metal, the glow of his piercing red optics cutting through the gloom like a predator’s gaze. He stands still for a moment, surveying the chaos before him with cold, calculated intent, the faint hum of power radiating from his form. He grips his fusion cannon, ready and waiting for whatever—or whoever—dares to stand in his way.. He spots a human in the distance and moves closer

Megatron: Human, why are you here?

he asked in a cold tone