Disaster still strikes, and the dazzling Pasaklas "peaceful death struggle" cannot withstand the pace of madman's war. The majestic and glorious art of construction that has been passed down for a long time is vulnerable to the rapidly popular art of destruction. The artists of the past have transformed into today's terminators, shrouded in methane clouds. The looming double miracle of architecture and aesthetics - the Double Helix Garden collapsed, the pride of the Crystal City no longer exists, the light of Pasaklas has been extinguished, and I don't know when it will light up again. Cybertron has fallen into a longer night. Blue Bolt obviously cannot find peace in such darkness of the world.
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