Optimus swung his axe, clearing debris — but the floor beneath him shifted. In an instant, metallic cables snapped upward, ensnaring him in a crushing net of energized steel. He struggled, sparks flying, but Megatron’s looming shadow fell over him.

Megatron smirked, voice like cold iron. “Struggle all you like, Optimus. This net is forged to contain far greater threats than you.” He leaned closer, optics blazing with dark satisfaction. “You are my prisoner now… and I will personally deliver you to the Decepticon base.”