The Sky Split Open (Part 2)

Optimus Prime stopped fighting, and Sentinel Prime tacitly refrained from tangling with him again.

The two Autobot leaders stood apart, staring coldly at each other.

Looking at the former mentor before him, Optimus Prime felt, for the first time in his life, that this teacher of his was so unfamiliar.

"I refuse!"

He calmly rejected Sentinel Prime's proposal, without anger or resentment.

"I may indeed not be a qualified leader, but I believe the peace the Autobots seek must never be built upon the destruction of another civilization."

"Perhaps the road is winding, but I will lead the Autobots in finding another path to coexist peacefully with the humans of Earth."

"As for Cybertron, the sins we have committed are already great enough. Let it go. Now, only the power of time—or the Creator being reborn—can allow it to slowly recover!"

Sentinel Prime stared at the resolute Optimus Prime and sighed.

Just as Optimus Prime thought he was about to say something, four jets ignited behind Sentinel Prime's calves.

In an instant, he charged right in front of him, his savage face nearly pressed against Optimus Prime's.

"Then die!"

Screech!

The long blade pierced through the shield Optimus Prime had instinctively raised before him, its tip stabbing into his arm as well.

"Stubborn fool!"

Rare anger surged onto Optimus Prime's face. The metal joints in his injured left arm crackled as they clamped the long blade tightly in place.

He slammed his head with all his strength into Sentinel Prime, who was inches away, producing a violent crash.

Bang!

Fragments flew everywhere from the heads of the two Autobot leaders.

Optimus Prime let out a muffled grunt, but Sentinel Prime was in even worse shape. With his brain suddenly struck, his arm instinctively slackened.

Optimus Prime clearly recovered faster. He