Birth of the Cyberion Imperium

Ten year's later

The morning sun cast its golden rays over the barren lands that stretched for miles around. Zeyron stood at the heart of this desolate region, his eyes gleaming with purpose. This empty land would soon be transformed into the heart of a new kingdom—one that would house an entirely new race, created from the very essence of his power and the souls bestowed upon him by Veldanava.

He extended his arms, summoning the full extent of his power. His aura flared, illuminating the landscape in an otherworldly glow as he activated his Ultimate Skill: Lord of Marionettes, Khaos. Leylines crisscrossed beneath the ground, shimmering with energy as Zeyron's influence spread out over the land, reshaping it to his vision.

With the power of Universal Puppet Mastery, he reached into the earth, bending nature itself to his will. Mountains flattened, valleys rose, and rivers shifted their course to fit his design. A sprawling city began to take shape, its foundations etched with veins of leyline energy that pulsed like a heartbeat. Buildings crafted from a combination of Magic Ore, Adamantite, Mithril, and Orichalcum grew from the ground, their designs sleek and futuristic, each structure fortified with the strength of these rare materials.

Zeyron's Elemental Forge skill allowed him to manipulate these rare elements effortlessly, refining them with precision and weaving them into the architecture of the city. Towers reached toward the sky, housing powerful arcane reactors fueled by leyline energy. Streets and avenues formed in a perfect grid, lined with crystalline lamps that pulsed with a soft blue glow. Each detail was meticulously crafted as though Zeyron had envisioned every inch of this new world long before it took shape.

As the city came to life, Zeyron turned his attention to the inhabitants—the beings who would populate this kingdom. Drawing on the souls Veldanava had entrusted him with, he activated Universal Puppet Mastery once more. Leylines swirled around him, connecting to the powerful material Starheart. Using Skill Sync, he imbued these beings with a collective skill set, each sharing abilities that would allow them to operate as one united force, yet distinct in their capabilities.

One by one, they began to emerge from the leyline-infused ground. First were the humanoid machines—Androids whose exteriors resembled humans, their forms crafted from sleek metals and arcane components. They were endowed with keen intelligence and the ability to adapt, each one built for both combat and companionship. Zeyron named them the Primus Units, the core of his new society.

Next came the Cybrons, half-human, half-machine beings with a raw, powerful appearance. Their mechanical limbs were crafted from a combination of Dragotite and Mithril, giving them unparalleled strength and resilience. They were designed to guard and protect the kingdom, possessing both intellect and an unbreakable loyalty to Zeyron.

Lastly, Zeyron created something more experimental. Using his skills, he molded several machines into the shape of vehicles that could transform into combat-ready forms at will. He called them Manichars—a unique blend of weaponry and transport. These living machines could shift between forms, adapting to different roles as needed. In their vehicle forms, they were sleek and fast, and in their transformed states, they were towering warriors.

With each creation, Zeyron felt his strength depleting. Constructing an entire city and populating it with 100,000 beings required an immense amount of power, draining nearly seventy-five percent of his energy reserves. Yet, as he watched the beings awaken, he knew it was worth the sacrifice. This was not merely a city; it was the birthplace of a new race—a machine race unlike anything the world of Tensura had seen.

The entire city hummed with life. Every building, every street, and every being was connected to the network of leylines, which served as the lifeblood of the Cyberion Imperium. Using Astral Surveillance, Zeyron's awareness expanded, allowing him to see every corner of his creation. He could feel the presence of each new life, connected to him through the leyline network, each soul burning bright with the potential Veldanava had gifted him.

As he looked upon his creation, Zeyron couldn't help but feel a deep sense of accomplishment. This wasn't just a kingdom; it was a testament to his journey, to the strength he'd cultivated under Veldanava's guidance. Here, among his creations, he was not just a ruler but a creator—a god in his own right.

Exhausted but satisfied, he stood at the highest tower, looking out over the vast city that stretched before him. The residents of the Cyberion Imperium below were already at work, each fulfilling their roles, their minds and bodies synchronized with the city's leyline network. Their loyalty was unshakable, not due to programming, but because they shared a purpose instilled by Zeyron himself: to protect this kingdom, to evolve, and to stand ready for the challenges that awaited in the mystery continent.

The transformation was complete. In a single day, a new kingdom had been born, a kingdom that would one day rival the greatest powers in Tensura. As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the city's metallic structures, Zeyron felt a surge of anticipation. This was only the beginning—the foundation of an empire that would transcend the boundaries of life and machine, reality and ambition.

With a small smile, he whispered to himself, "Let's see how far we can take this, my Cyberion Imperium."

Unknown to him, the creations he brought to life this day would come to be known as the First Generation of transformer.