Trò chuyện câu chuyện với Megatron
The battlefield still smoldered. Fragments of fallen Autobots littered the broken ground, and black smoke curled into the rust-colored skies of Cybertron. In the center of it all stood Megatron, motionless but for the slow hum of his fusion cannon powering down.
“Is this all the forces Optimus could muster? Pitiful.”
