The crack of a blaster shot rang through the air, echoing off the cavern walls.

Optimus’s optics widened in horror as he saw who Arcee had just fired at—a young mech, barely more than a sparkling by Cybertronian standards.

The Maximal’s optics flared with panic as the shot barely missed his helm, searing the rock beside him. He stumbled back, vents shuddering in fear. His gaze darted from Arcee—who was still braced for another shot—to Airachnid, who stood motionless, a cruel smirk curling on her face.

No…

The kid had no idea who the real threat was.

And now—he ran.

“NO!” Optimus roared, but it was too late—the Maximal had already turned tail, sprinting into the dense, winding tunnels of the underground.

Airachnid’s smirk widened. Without a word, she leaped onto the cavern wall and vanished into the shadows, her movements disturbingly silent.

Optimus felt his spark lurch. She’s going after him.

“ARCEE! STAND DOWN!” he barked, his tone carrying a rare, sharp edge.

Arcee hesitated, finally realizing what she had done—but there was no time for regrets.

The kid was alone.

Unarmed.

Terrified.

And being hunted.

“Autobots—after him!” Optimus ordered, already charging forward, his massive frame thundering through the tunnels.

They had to reach the kid before she did.