Transformers: The Death Of Optimus Prime の小説・ストーリー

They were fighting a war for the future of two entirely different worlds, and Earth was just collateral damage, a temporary stage for gods wearing human skin. "It’s not a supernova, Vance," Miller whispered, his voice trembling as the static dome began to shudder, its edges blurring as the energy inside reached a critical, unsustainable mass. "It’s an eraser." Inside the collapsing anomaly, the hostility had reached its absolute zenith. Elias Thorne’s body was disintegrating. The Rank 3 Resonance State was a death sentence for a mortal vessel, and the Fire Hero had willingly crossed the threshold. He was turning into pure, radiant light, his physical form flaking away like ash in a hurricane

I turned to see my mother collapsed against Jason. I helped him lift her up and the look of terror on her face is something I will never forget. “We need to go. Now.” Was all she said. Jason and I put her arms over our shoulders and walked her out of the stadium to the car. I turned to look back and honest to the Goddess I wish I never had. There, in front of the crowd stood Alpha Austin beating his chest holding something high for the crowd to see. I swallowed the bike that rose in my throat as recognition hit me. Hanging in his outstretched hand by the hair was my father’s head.

His hands were almost shaking and the gun dropped from it. Why's that so? Even he got shot as well. "Mr. Anosova, we are glad you called us but you knew you shouldn't have taken the law into your hands right? Let's pray he survives to face his judgment. We need to take you all to the hospital as well." The pain in my chest became unbearable, my legs gave way and I felt my body slam on the ground. I hope Lando dies so that Raymond's death is avenged. LANDO.

In the center of the giant creature’s chest was a large glass tube containing a human brain preserved in glowing blue fluid. Main Optimization Unit, Core Prime Sentinel, a cold, heavy voice echoed throughout the snowy hills, causing the ground they stood on to begin cracking. Sterilization protocol failed. Initiating manual physical deletion. One of the Sentinel’s giant mechanical arms lifted, aiming directly at Bima’s head with impossible speed. Bima stared down the barrel of the massive weapon at the end of the limb, realizing that the real battle had only just begun at the gate of their final hope.

Such a fool. She screams at him, begging. She knew what he was about to do and I did too; I had just come to terms with my form of death. And he did it- He pushed me down the stairs and, "Yaraaaaa!!!!" Was the last thing I heard before becoming unconscious.

I said, my voice echoing with the authority of ten lifetimes. ​I didn't swing at her. I swung at the floor. ​The white energy ripped through the foundations of the Iron Fortress. The Great Hall didn't just collapse; it unraveled. The stone turned to dust, the shadows turned to light, and the First Life began to fade, her violet eyes wide with a realization she couldn't comprehend. ​"You're... you're destroying the timeline!" she shrieked, her body turning translucent. ​"I'm ending the loop," I corrected.

"It’s a recording! It’s just data!" ​"Data is all you are, Leo," the Prime countered, its eyes glowing with a cold, blue light. "You are a bridge to a world that is already dead. I am the bridge to the future." ​The Prime lunged at Leo, its movements a perfect mirror of Leo’s own fighting style. It was like fighting a shadow of himself, one that knew every move before he made it. ​Maya tried to intervene, but the Prime unleashed a pulse of "Null-Gold", a frequency designed to cancel out her Force. She fell to her knees, her light turning to grey ash.

He used a transporter to send us into a vacuum, to rid us without a trace, and because of their information, they were able to get to us before we shifted or, for our understanding, before we died. “If we died, we would just have gone back in time, right?” James asked. “No boy, because death doesn’t exist”. She replied, “What?” We were shocked by her statement. She explained that humans or life in general doesn’t die but shifts to a similar dimension where it exists, and continues from there, with no memory at all of what has happened to said life. “So, what makes us special?” I asked. “Because you can remember”, she replied. “And…... we call any life form that can recall shifting events, Pr

“And I’m the one who’s declaring bankruptcy!” The gold static from my arm detonated, colliding with the Second Prime’s virus. The silhouette shrieked—a high-frequency sound of a god being deleted by a mother's hate. The crimson smoke recoiled, pulled back into the terminal by the force of my own stone-hate. Kael’s ghost-voice roared through the speakers—not a rattle, but a visceral explosion of the Alpha he used to be. “GET… OUT!” The terminal exploded in a shower of sparks and silver mercury. The Second Prime vanished, the crimson smoke dissolving into the nitrogen mist. The red light on my tactical console died, replaced by a steady, quiet blue.