Transformers: The Death Of Optimus Prime นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The Zephyrus' matte black armour was split in two as the red kettle of death punched through it. With no more enemies to fight and no ground under its feet, the Exodus began to fall.

Victor cursed, vanishing into shadow as the glyph fizzled. Silence. Maxim collapsed to his knees, breathing hard. Blood stained his shirt, his claws, the ground. His transformation slipped slightly—fur retracting, bones cracking back into place. He was himself again. Barely. Zara knelt beside him, tears in her eyes. “You stayed standing.” He laughed weakly. “Only because you did.” Sirens blared in the distance—emergency lockdown protocols finally catching up. Somewhere below, the security grid roared to life, sealing entrances and trapping whatever remained of Victor’s strike team.

Now that she was dead, they could finally breathe a sigh of relief and return to their normal lives. As Felix stepped outside, his phone rang. It was Xena, who said, "Now that the A-tier Malevolent Phantom in Notura City is dead, the mission is complete. You can leave." Even though she said that, Felix still felt uneasy. There were too many unanswered questions. "Aren't you curious about how the Malevolent Phantom actually died?" Xena's response left him frustrated. "We don't have the time, manpower, or resources to dig into those details right now. All that matters is the outcome. The A-tier Malevolent Phantom is dead, and the large-scale deaths will stop. Isn't that the best we can hope fo

She reached out her arms to him. "Papa," she cooed. Victor took a step back. For the first time I saw something like fear in his empty eyes. "Too bright," he whispered. "She burns." He turned away from us. He looked at the tunnel where the Primevals had fled. "They are running," he said. "They are returning to the Dead Zone." "Let them go," I said. "We won't survive another fight." "No," Victor said. "I must end it."

“There has to be another way…” “There isn’t.” The witch’s voice was final. “The Guardian enters the Void and destroys the Prime, or we all die. Those are the only options.” Magnus and Zeus exchanged glances, both clearly understanding the math even if they hated it. “I’ll go,” I said. “No…”

Instead, the system gave me a new notification. 'This body will die in three days, so you may return to your original world then.'