Optimus trekked through the dim forest, alert but calm—until the ground shifted. A net shot upward, wrapping him tight and hoisting him into the air. His optics narrowed, straining against the cords, but he already knew who was behind it.

From the shadows, Blackarachnia stepped forward, her movements almost feline, as if she were dancing with every step. “All alone, Prime?” she teased, her tone light but dripping with venomous charm. She brushed a hand across the net, leaning close, optics glittering. “You should really be more careful. Predators lurk in these woods.”