The rain over Bellwood was a lie. Programmed weather, the Omnitrix’s soft chime reminded Ben Tennyson, was just another way for the Highbreed to remind Earth who was in charge. He pulled up his hood, the green hourglass of the Ultimatrix barely peeking from under his sleeve. He was fifteen, tired, and the only thing between humanity and a cold, silent extinction.
“The Highbreed will still come,” Vilgax rasped, his voice small.
Vilgax fell to his knees, shrinking, his final form peeling away like burnt paper. In the end, he was just a battered, broken alien on a cracked highway, rain—real rain, breaking through the Highbreed’s machines—washing over him. play ben 10 alien force vilgax attacks
The tyrant dropped him, clawing at his own face as it crumbled. “You… deceived me.”
Vilgax paused. “What?”
“I learned from the best,” Ben said, staggering back. “You.”
He slammed the dial.
Humungousaur.
“You have the power to evolve life past its natural limits. The Ultimate function. Evolve me . Make me a weapon that can survive their sterilization field. Help me… or I will drag you into the fire with my last breath.” The rain over Bellwood was a lie