Prophecy

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On the far side of the Moon, after seeing off the uninvited and unwelcome guest, Starscream was unceremoniously "invited" by Lightning to Megatron.

"I heard Lockdown came?"

Still in that cultivation chamber, Megatron's only remaining head rested within the life-support apparatus. His cold gaze fell upon Starscream as he asked bluntly.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Starscream bowed respectfully at the side, like Megatron's most devout slave.

Unfortunately, that act could not fool Megatron at all.

"Hmph. Put away that disgusting performance of yours."

Megatron was now utterly sickened by Starscream's superficial display of respect.

Even though Starscream's current "deference" had been drilled into him by Megatron himself.

And for a long time before, Megatron had greatly enjoyed Starscream's superficial flattery.

With his vile temperament, what he had enjoyed most was watching Starscream day after day—clearly dissatisfied with him and even wishing he could kill him immediately, yet still forced to kneel and flatter him.

But the greater the pleasure had been back then, the more miserable Megatron felt now.

There was no other reason: Starscream had held Megatron in his grasp for over a year now.

Though Megatron had successfully used the Autobots' hands to kill the "mentor" who had treated him like a toy—The Fallen—through his feigned-death strategy.

He was still suffering the consequences of that desperate gambit.

Everything stemmed from a prophecy.

A prophecy concerning the Fallen!

As one of the Thirteen Primes, the Fallen's betrayal of his brothers and sisters in the past had resulted in the tragic deaths of his lover and many of his brethren.

Because of that past, the Fallen, after his fall, had become terrified of retribution from the Thirteen Primes. In