Ben 10 | Omniverse ((free))

From Ben’s other shoulder, Rook said dryly, “The scientific term for that was ‘lunch.’”

He landed hard on a cold, metal floor. The Omnitrix was black. Dead.

But the rift snapped shut on his tail. Feedback was gone. Ben was tumbling, alone, through the white void between seconds.

The Omnitrix faceplate flickered erratically.

He raised a taloned foot to kick the main valve, but the moment his claw made contact, the entire tunnel shuddered. Not from the kick. From something else. A low, resonant hum vibrated through the metal, followed by a cold wind that smelled of ozone and dead stars.

The silhouette of a four-armed, red-skinned titan.

To be continued in: “The Ghost of the First Ten”