Chapter 1: Rebirth of Nitron

Pain. Unimaginable pain.

It was the first thing he felt—a raw, agonizing sensation tearing through his very existence. Every fiber of his being screamed as his body was ripped apart, reassembled, and reforged into something beyond human comprehension. His mind struggled to process what was happening, grasping for memories that seemed distant and fragmented.

He remembered Earth. He remembered being human. A name flickered in his thoughts, but before he could hold onto it, a deafening silence followed.

Then, light.

Not the warm, comforting glow of the sun, but something artificial, harsh, and pulsing with unknown energy.

His senses returned in a flood of information. He could hear the hum of energy coursing through his body, feel the shifting plates of metal moving like muscle, sense the very vibrations of the world beneath him. Everything was sharper, clearer—like he had been blind and deaf his entire life until this very moment.

His optics flickered open.

The world before him was not Earth.

Towering metallic structures stretched across the horizon, their once-grand architecture now crumbling. The sky was dark, a perpetual twilight casting eerie shadows over the ruined cityscape. In the distance, shattered towers stood as silent reminders of a lost civilization. Lightning crackled through the clouds, illuminating the skeletal remains of massive Cybertronian warships, rusting and forgotten.

He took a step forward, and his foot landed with a heavy metallic clang.

His breath hitched—only, he wasn't breathing.

Looking down at himself, he saw black and silver armor, sleek yet powerful, with intricate glowing lines running through his frame like veins of raw energy. His fingers flexed, revealing reinforced plating covering his hands, and when he stepped forward again, his movements felt… unnaturally smooth. Faster. Stronger.

He was no longer human.

His mind raced, trying to piece together the impossible. How was this real? How did he get here?

Then, a voice echoed in his mind.

"You are Nitron. The vessel of Primus and Unicron. The balance between creation and destruction. Your destiny begins now."

His optics widened.

Primus. Unicron.

The names slammed into his thoughts like a cosmic revelation. The creator of the Cybertronians and the destroyer of worlds—two ancient, opposing forces whose battles shaped galaxies. Yet somehow, their power existed within him.

He clenched his fists, feeling the raw energy pulsing through him. The realization struck him like a thunderbolt—he was something new. Not entirely Cybertronian, not entirely human. A fusion of creation and annihilation, a force that defied the laws of nature.

And yet, the power within him felt dormant, like an untapped force waiting to be unlocked.

A sudden tremor shook the ground.

Nitron turned sharply, his enhanced optics zooming in on a massive collapsed structure in the distance. From the wreckage, a figure staggered forward—a Cybertronian, damaged, barely functional. Sparks flew from its broken limbs as it struggled to stand.

Instinct took over.

Nitron sprinted toward the fallen bot, his speed far greater than he expected. He reached the injured Cybertronian in mere seconds and knelt beside it. The bot's optics flickered weakly as it gazed at him.

"Who... are you...?" the bot rasped, its voice distorted and failing.

Nitron hesitated. Who was he now? A former human? A Cybertronian? A god?

Finally, he spoke.

"I am Nitron."

The bot's optics flickered again before it powered down.

A thousand questions filled his mind, but one thing was certain—Cybertron was dying. And if he wanted answers, he had to survive first.

His journey had just begun.

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Next Chapter: The Ruins of Cybertron