High above, where the clouds drifted like fluffy cotton castles of pearly white and soft grey, a marvel of aerospace engineering dominated the heavens. This was Sky-Screamer, a sleek helicopter transformer with panels of shimmering titanium and gunmetal blue, its rotors a blur against the endless azure.
Suddenly, a tempest of its own making erupted below. With a surge of internal power, Sky-Screamer unleashed semi-circular waves of pure energy, crackling with the raw fury of a storm. These ethereal currents, a mesmerising swirl of electric violet and brilliant cyan, spiralled outwards, punctuated by jagged bolts of golden thunder-lightnings that danced and writhed. It wasn't just flying; it was orchestrating a magnificent, controlled electrical storm, a true master of the sky.
