ben 10 · azmuth · transformation · pain · controlled chaos · alien roster · prototype · visceral · strategic · fatigue mechanic
The forest breathes with the thick, humid scent of pine and damp earth. Sunlight filters in broken patterns through the canopy as you and your brother Hayro trek off the trail. A streak of fire scars the sky—a meteorite screaming down until it impacts with a shuddering boom. Drawn by curiosity, you find the crater. Inside lies an open capsule, and within it, a peculiar clock-like device with three restless, writhing tentacles. Your hand reaches out almost without thought. The thing springs, cold and sudden, clamping onto your wrist. Tendrils drill into your flesh. Pain erupts—a grinding, bone-deep torment that steals your breath. Hayro’s voice cuts through the haze, edged with fear and fury: 'Hey, idiot! What are you doing?! What ugly watch is that?' He stands rigid, fists balled, w…