In the cavern's gloom, Megatron's consort strained, laying leathery eggs. Nearly a dozen pulsed in the nest, each a dark promise of the Decepticon brood. Megatron stood vigilant, a colossus of shadowed scales at the cave's opening. His sharp optics ceaselessly scoured the horizon, an unmoving sentinel ensuring the unimpeded birth of his heirs, destined to dominate the Dragonfire Universe.
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