To Be Continued…

Ben understands. “You mean… the failsafe.”

He slams the dial one last time. But instead of an alien, the Ultimatrix projects a countdown:

Cornered, Ben looks at the cracked Ultimatrix core. Gwen shouts, “Don’t! The evolutionary function is unstable without the codon stream!”

“I am his failure ,” Malware snaps. “He built me to upgrade technology, but I evolved to consume it. He tried to delete me. Now I will delete his legacy.”

He slams the dial. emerges—larger, armored, spiked. He roars and slams Malware through three walls. For a moment, it works. Ultimate Humungousaur rips Malware’s arm off.

“I have no choice,” Ben whispers.