Blocking the Door

Arctic Circle, northwestern Canada.

Onslaught stood irritably at the entrance of a cave carved into the hard mountainside within a canyon, watching the howling wind outside.

For some reason, he had been feeling deeply uneasy lately.

Onslaught had no so-called primitive faith, nor had he ever believed in the Autobots' claims of Primus's protection.

But Onslaught never doubted his own instincts. As an exceptionally confident individual, he had already realized from the unease of recent days that some enemy lurking in the shadows might have set their sights on him.

Yes!

Amid the howling wind, the lights in Onslaught's eyes flickered at an astonishing frequency.

At that moment, he was controlling every surveillance device deployed throughout the region, searching for an opponent who might be hiding in the shadows.

Onslaught naturally understood his own personality as well.

He was too arrogant, unwilling even to submit to Megatron.

Thus, after the Decepticon Corps was established, he and his Combaticons had gradually been pushed out of the decision-making circle after initially standing at the absolute center of power.

Later, because of the rebellion by trash like Swindle, the once-invincible Megatron seized upon a weakness and ruthlessly targeted him.

If Onslaught had not reluctantly bowed his head at the time, then as one of the four giants present at the founding of the Decepticon Corps, he would likely have long since become nothing more than a name in the memories of other Decepticons and Autobots, like the countless high-ranking commanders who had died in the civil war.

But bowing his head did not mean Onslaught had completely submitted to Megatron. On the contrary, from beginning to end, his attitude toward Megatron had been much the same as Starscream's.

For that reason, Onslaught had suffered constant suppression within the Decepticon Corps.

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