Not a Chance

Cybertron was on high alert. Donnie stared expressionlessly at the thirteen figures who had arrived at the edge of the star system. Draped in black, he gradually exuded a subtle, chilling severity that sent waves of cold through those around him. Everyone knew that this god was prepared to slaughter the Celestials. Everything now depended on the Celestials' choice. The OAA Celestial led twelve judges through space, facing Donnie across a layer of dimensional separation.