روايات وقصص ضمن Optimus Prime Transformers: Age Of Extinction

Now, it was being consumed by a Conceptual Decay. Black, oil-like streaks of "Non-Existence" were crawling up the marble, erasing the textures as they went. In the center of the pyramid, suspended in a cage of fading light, was the Architect-Prime. It didn't look like a god anymore. It looked like a tired old man made of flickering light, his features blurring as the system tried to reclaim his data. "You... arrived," the Prime whispered, his voice sounding like the crackle of a dying radio. "I calculated... a 0.04% chance that you would care enough to witness the end."

He could not grasp these historical events or predict what would happen in the Primeval Age. However, James was sure that the powerhouses of this age would all die according to the information he had obtained in the future. All the powerhouses at the Ancestral God Rank had indeed perished. The Holy Master of Nothingness’ plans matched the events that would supposedly occur in the Primeval Age. After the Apocalypse Age, the universe did indeed become a prosperous age. In that age, many powerhouses were born. James murmured, “Since all of this is destined to happen, it won’t matter who achieves them.”