Taken Down

Kalona had been taken down.

In the most humiliating way possible.

Even at the very end, he could not understand it. Larfleeze, who radiated such intense greed, had been the easiest target to exploit. Why had he turned on him in the end? Kalona had even given Larfleeze a Green Lantern Ring as payment!

Even as Kalona was sent to the execution block, he still could not understand.

A glorious life, a stifled death—such was the life of Kalona, who had lived for over ten billion years. This great figure, who had personally guided the destruction of the First Legion and accidentally created the antimatter universe, was sentenced to death by the Supreme Council and hanged at Karon Arena.

There was no interrogation, no imprisonment, no torture, not even the slightest hesitation. Kalona was simply captured and executed, as though all of Cybertron had no interest whatsoever in this Guardian who had profoundly influenced the state of the multiverse.

"Why?! Don't you want to know the secrets in my mind?! Don't you want intelligence on the Emotional Spectrum from me?! Don't you want to know the history of the Maltusians?!"

The short Kalona roared in grief and fury, his voice incomparably desolate. Thick high-alloy chains wound around his body as a seven-meter-tall Transformer carefully carried the one-meter-tall little man to the execution ground, afraid that a careless squeeze might crush him to death.

At a time like this, all schemes and plots had become worthless bullshit. No one had any interest in talking to him. They only wanted him dead.

This left Kalona, who had been brimming with ambition just hours ago, overcome by grief and indignation, his heart as dead as ashes.

These Cybertronians weren't playing by the damn rules!

Larfleeze stood upright at the front of the crowd