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The remains of Cybertron floated about space in an almost mournful fashion. Debris of a lost age. And the planet's enhabitants were left to scurry to the depths of space to find some other home to reside in.
He looked at the carnage he'd caused, feeling a flicker of contentment inside. Primus' spark, he knew, was still online, despite no longer having a body to inhabit. He always knew. Their bodies could be destroyed—and they had been, many times in the past—but their sparks would endure.
It was an old game played between them across the multiverse. Sometimes Primus-as-Cybertron was destroyed physically; sometimes it was the Chaos Bringer, Unicron who suffered such a loss.
Now that Cybertron was gone in this reality, he could take his time destroying the rest of this universe.
What is born, inevitably, will die.
He looked at the carnage he'd caused, feeling a flicker of contentment inside. Primus' spark, he knew, was still online, despite no longer having a body to inhabit. He always knew. Their bodies could be destroyed—and they had been, many times in the past—but their sparks would endure.
It was an old game played between them across the multiverse. Sometimes Primus-as-Cybertron was destroyed physically; sometimes it was the Chaos Bringer, Unicron who suffered such a loss.
Now that Cybertron was gone in this reality, he could take his time destroying the rest of this universe.
What is born, inevitably, will die.
