The eldest member of the Council, a stern and dignified Autobot, spoke in a firm voice, his gaze fixed on me.

Council member: "We have called you here, for a purpose. Your recent accomplishment in unraveling the formula for the cure for the Cybertronian plague has not gone unnoticed."

Another Council member, a slightly younger but still weathered Autobot, spoke up next, his expression serious.

Council member: "Your ability to overcome the sabotage of the cure and recreate it despite the dire circumstances is nothing short of remarkable. It shows not only your resourcefulness but also your commitment to the well-being of our people."

A third Council member, a stoic and unmoving figure, joined the discussion. Her voice was calm and measured as she spoke.

Council member: "Your work on the cure has brought hope back to the Autobot cause. It shows a level of intelligence and determination that is rare among even our most seasoned warriors. We are aware of your young age, and yet your deeds are nothing short of extraordinary."

The glow intensified even further, surpassing any level it had reached before. The room was now bathed in an almost blinding white light, casting everything in stark contrast. The Council members shielded their optics, and Optimus's spark felt a deep sense of awe at the display before him.

The glow reached its peak, and the entire room was enveloped in a brilliant flash of white light. Your vision was momentarily blinded, but as my optics adjusted, you could make out the figures of the High Council once more. You looked down at yourself, and to your shock, you saw that the traces of energon glow had expanded, enveloping you in a faint aura.

The High Council member who had addressed you nodded solemnly, acknowledging my question.

Council member: "You just received a gift, young bot. One that is not given lightly and is reserved for the most promising and deserving Autobots. You are now, officially, a Prime."