Novel & Cerita Transformers: Shattered Glass Read Online

The reinforced glass erupted into a massive web of fractures. Countless razor-sharp shards blasted outward. The skin across Alexander's knuckles split open instantly. Flesh peeled back. Dark-gold blood streamed down the shattered surface. He didn't even flinch. Not once. The overwhelming physical force severed the AI's neural infiltration network on the spot. Silence swallowed the ruins. The red lights inside the control systems died completely. Alexander tore off his heavy tactical coat. The ruined shirt still hung from his muscular torso. Then he turned. Crossed the distance in long strides.

> "That's not your choice to make. I won't let you die because you're too stubborn to recognize danger." _*]:min-w-0"> The windows behind me exploded outward. Not from physical force but from reality rejecting the space they occupied. Glass transformed to light, light to nothing, nothing to impossible colors that shouldn't exist. _*]:min-w-0"> Ferdinand jumped back from the shards that dissolved before hitting him. "Okay. That's new." _*]:min-w-0">

“We have to synchronize. Together, or we’re gone.” Alina nodded, hands trembling. “We can do it. Trust me.” They linked hands, focusing on the fragments. Energy surged around them, illuminating the void with blinding light. The shards of glass around them began to vibrate, floating toward the core like swarming metal and data streams. “Fools!” The entity shrieked. “Do you really think your fragile emotions can override centuries of intelligence?” Alina closed her eyes. She let every memory, every moment with Nathan, every feeling of hope, fear, and love pour into the fragments. The pulse of their unity radiated outward, pushing against the core’s energy.

And now I am standing in the wreckage of that loyalty, watching her try to rewrite it. She steps forward, her eyes wide, her mouth trembling. “Fiona, you have it all wrong. It’s not what you think~” I laugh. It’s a brittle, hollow sound that feels like glass cracking in my throat. “Why do people always say that? Every damn fucking time. First Edward, now you. You always say it’s not what I think, when it’s exactly what I think. It’s exactly what it looks like. You hurt me. You hurt our friend group. You shattered something that mattered.”

The sky didn't just break; it delaminated. As the violet-charged sand from the Lung-Engines surged into the petrified atmosphere, the solidified air began to peel away in jagged, skyscraper-sized shards of "Logic-Glass." The sound was a continuous, earth-shaking chime, the sound of a trillion crystalline bonds snapping simultaneously. Below the Spire, the "Sea of Glass" reacted to the falling debris by surging upward in jagged frozen waves, creating a landscape of translucent ruins that looked like the skeletal remains of a god.

I turned and drifted slowly toward that bright light. One step, two steps. My body grew lighter and lighter. I grew more and more transparent. I casted all those painful memories, those deep, searing scars, all far behind me.

—began to reclaim its own autonomy. ​With a deafening roar that sounded like a tectonic plate snapping in half, the sapphire rift shattered. Thousands of ancient wolves and humans spilled out onto the floor in a cascade of meltwater and silver light. They gasped—a sound of five thousand pairs of lungs taking their first breath in a millennium, a collective "whoop" of oxygen that filled the cavern like a hurricane. The Glass Guardian, deprived of its stolen kinetic energy, simply dissolved into a pile of harmless, slushy ice.

“We do not rig games. This system doesn’t favor anyone.” He paused, then added more cautiously: “…But as for what just happened…” He exhaled. “There must be more to this.” No one had ever cracked Eternaglass before. It was forged to withstand the fury of gods. And yet… under his touch, it shattered like fragile glass in a storm. How could that happen. It settles in like a puzzle in his mind even though he tried to calm the audience. Mr. Antony clenched his jaw, his thoughts racing. Still, he kept his tone composed.

Breaking her legs was from her past life, and he knew. Apparently, he had been reborn, too. That was why he could pull her out of harm's way just in time when the truck came, changing the outcome of her past life. "So, you're reborn, too?" she asked. He sighed, but his expression didn't soften. "This time, let's both move on." He turned to leave without another word. That night, Lillian walked home alone. When she tried her fingerprint to unlock the door, it failed.

Even the teachers seemed uneasy. She turned onto her side, glancing at her nightstand. The silver sand was gone. But just as she started to relax, a faint whisper echoed through her room. “Anna…” She shot up, heart pounding. “Who’s there?” Silence. Her eyes darted to the mirror across the room. A shadow moved. And then— The glass cracked. --- The Shattered Reflection Anna’s breath hitched in her throat as the mirror’s surface cracked, splitting into jagged lines that seemed to pulse with a strange, ominous energy. She couldn’t move, her body frozen in place as if the room itself was holding her captive.