Ben 10 Omniverse -

The Chronosapien spoke in a voice like grinding stone. “Not Maltruant. Another. You broke something, Tennyson. In the Forge of Solitude. You just haven’t felt it yet.”

“Uh, guys?” Ben said.

A flash of emerald light, and Ben landed on his feet as Kickin’ Hawk . The six-foot-tall, feathery, martial arts rooster-man cracked his neck. “Now we’re cooking with gas. Watch and learn, Rook.” ben 10 omniverse

Rook’s Proto-Tool shifted into blaster mode. “Ben. That is not a normal pressure fluctuation.”

The alien planet—a living, rocky humanoid with a miniature gravity well in its chest—rose to his full height. The Chronosapien’s time-freeze warped around Gravattack’s personal gravity field. The frozen sludge dropped. Rook stumbled, gasping. The Chronosapien spoke in a voice like grinding stone

He looked up at Rook, and for the first time since they’d met, there was no joke. No smirk. Just the cold, hard stare of a veteran hero.

“What—?”

They were on “pipe duty.” A trio of Lenopan smugglers had tried to use Undertown’s sewage plasma lines as a shortcut, and now a quarter of the subterranean city smelled like burnt custard and regret. Ben’s current form, Walkatrout , was objectively useless for anything except flopping and complaining. His slippery, fish-like body made him immune to the sludge, but his tiny arms couldn’t turn a single valve.