The Omnitrix faceplate flickered erratically.
The solution was simple. Azmuth had sent a quantum seal. All Ben had to do was, as Way Big , press the seal into the crack. No transformation required. Easy. Boring. ben 10 omniverse
“I’m just saying, Rook,” Ben Tennyson said, dodging a spray of pink sludge from a malfunctioning Plumber conduit, “sometimes the quiet jobs are the worst. My brain needs action. It’s like a muscle. Atrophy. Atro-city.” The Omnitrix faceplate flickered erratically
The dial flashed. He slammed it.
Ben, as Way Big , was too large to be trapped. But he was also too large to fit through the collapsing exit. The Forge was folding in on itself like a paper star. as Way Big