Sideways lay discarded in the ruins of the greatest temple to Primus that ever graced Cybertron. A drop of still-cooling metal slipped from the ruin of his torso to spatter against the paving. There was no color on him, only the unrelenting grey of death. Faint starlight shone through the gaping tear in the roof, illuminating him but picking up no
(
Read more... )
Comments 1
Reply
Leave a comment