"How many years has it been?"
"Almost two hundred years..."
"Time flies..."
"How many years have we been wandering through this world?"
"Five hundred years. This damned world—I've spent dozens of times my original lifespan here."
"Hey, are you still alive?"
"..."
"Looks like you're dead. Even the parts on your body have rusted away. Without anyone maintaining or repairing you for so long, and with the resources we have now, you're beyond saving."
Another thousand years passed. Leaning on his cane, Skyfire shuffled over unsteadily and casually blasted apart a speedster who had broken in. Only after the wretched undead creature had been reduced to scraps did the coldness in his eyes return to muddled confusion.
He suddenly seemed harmless again.
With every step he took, battered components fell from his body, worn down by the passage of endless time.
Honestly, even Skyfire himself was surprised that he had survived this long.
Bang!
With difficulty, Skyfire sat down on the ground. He tossed aside his cane and blankly stared at the motionless figure lying before him. After a while, he simply lay down as well, staring lifelessly at the sky.
Powerful beams of energy erupted through the air as all kinds of strange creatures fought fiercely against the experts and fleets dispatched from Cybertron.
Countless undead were wiped out every moment, while warships were swallowed by bizarre figures or exploded with a roar, contributing their final glimmer of light.
This scene had continued for fifteen hundred years.
A full fifteen hundred years!
God knew how they had endured it. Within the Speed Force Wall, where time had no meaning, filthy things poured in endlessly from every direction. No matter how many they killed, there were always more. No matter how long they fought, the battle never ended.