Stormfall’s lone optic glowed red.
He wasn’t a warrior. He wasn’t a scientist. Kael was a —one of the last. His workshop was a dented cargo hauler parked in the shadow of a fallen Omega Sentinel. His tools: a plasma welder, a neural-splice kit, and a worn-out tablet loaded with transformation schematics. tformer designer
Kael stepped back. This didn’t happen. Dead sparks didn’t speak. Stormfall’s lone optic glowed red
For the first time in ten years, Kael broke the rules. a neural-splice kit