Cybertron was saved from Sentinel Prime’s secret tyranny, but at great cost. D-16 became Megatron, driven by pain, betrayal, and a vision of revolution through destruction. Orion Pax was nearly lost, but reborn as Optimus Prime by the Matrix of Leadership. Their friendship—once unbreakable—shattered, not by hatred, but by opposing truths and heartbreak. The world believes it's over. The final battle ended. The villains are gone. Optimus is home. But Megatron wasn’t finished. He returned. He stole the very symbol of hope—Optimus Prime—not to kill him, but because something in him couldn’t let go.

Optimus is restrained, his body suspended in magnetic chains. His plating is cracked, his frame exhausted—but his gaze? Still steady. Megatron storms in, cloak trailing, expression feral.

“You were mine, Orion!” he roars. “You chose them. You let me fall!” He punches the wall—hard. The ship groans. The guards shift nervously. Megatron’s voice is a storm now, thick with betrayal: “You let Sentinel live. You let me rot. You still believe in that shining little hope? In them?”

“Get out,” he snaps to the guards.

Doors hiss shut. Megatron crouches in front of him, one servo gripping the chain, optics glowing red.

“Say something,” he growls.