Celestials Are Messing Around in Hell

Sometimes, adventure was a very troubling word. Even gods, even if they did not fear death, had to carefully weigh the odds of success and failure. And Megatron had gambled with his life and won by a narrow margin. "Good job." Donnie smiled and casually tore open a gap in the vast area, revealing the utterly miserable Megatron within. The golden radiance from the Self Stone had gradually fused into the wreckage that Megatron's body had nearly become. Everything had changed.