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Eon's silhouette glided into the flash-lit atrium, his mask's lower edge curving into a cruel smile. The monitors' glow danced across his robes as he spoke, voice smooth and mocking. "Gwendolyn thought she'd trapped me—dragged the remainder of my army elsewhere. I suppose she believes you three can force me into retreat." He stretched both arms wide, palms meeting in a snap. A tremor raced through the air, twisting the very fabric of space-time.
Ben's eyes narrowed. "What in the name of…" he began, then flicked the Omnitrix mentally. With a roar of nuclear energy, Atomix towered above him, his core blazing pure radiance. Fred's jaw tightened; the hum of power thrummed through his suit. Gwen braced her stance, summoning a swirl of pink mana that solidified into luminous armor, its facets glinting with her focused intent. Ben—determined—morphed into Daimonhead, bone blades rippling across his arms.
Atomix and Daimonhead lunged together: Atomix's fist ignited a concussive shockwave that shattered a row of holo-screens, while Daimonhead's dual blades carved arcing gouges through crystalline console stands. Gwen soared above, lobbing a volley of mana orbs that exploded in soft pink blossoms against Eon's barrier. "I don't know who you are," Daimonhead snarled, blades humming, "but you're not someone good people should ever meet—and we're stopping you now!"
Eon's laughter echoed like thunder. "How quaint." He slammed his staff into the floor, unleashing two temporal waves that radiated outward. The atrium tiles buckled, cracks spider-webbing across the floor. The ward Gwendolyn had woven to keep Eon at bay fractured under the assault, shards of protective glyphs shimmering then vanishing. Thanks to Michael Morningstar and Venus's sabotage, the barrier had been undermined, leaving Eon free to tear through reality.
Atomix staggered backward as the waves ripped around him. Sparks of power arced across his fists, but he roared and surged forward, fist blazing. Daimonhead leapt beneath a falling holo-desk, sending Eon's staff tilting off-angle, and Gwen swept in to hurl another orb—only for Eon to raise a hand. A rippling portal peeled open behind him, and a blazing golden orb rocketed into the room.
The orb struck the group's formation with a white-hot burst, flinging Atomix, Daimonhead, and Gwen through the air. They tumbled like ragdolls, crashing into consoles and punching through walls. As dust and flickering sparks filled the chamber, a new voice boomed from behind the orb's dissipating glow: "Always charging headlong into danger, don't you, Tennyson?"
A figure stepped from the portal—Billy Billions—clad in a gleaming golden mech suit etched with swirling galvanic mechamorph patterns. At his side hovered Mazuma, the android clad in sleek black-and-silver plating, her sensors glowing ominously.
Fred, sitting up on a shard of shattered tile, blinked in shock. "Billy Billions? And Mazuma?" he croaked.
Billy's golden helm retracted with a hiss, revealing a cocky grin. "She's not my girlfriend," he corrected, nodding at the android. "And you've always poked fun at me any chance you get, Fred."
Fred let out a chuckle despite himself. "Wait—aren't you… taller than last time? Let me guess: growth supplements from the 31st century?" He smirked, leaning against a half-collapsed holo-desk.
Billy's grin only widened. "More like enhanced genetics, dear Fredrod. Now enough chatter. Eon, I'll handle the Tennysons. You do whatever it is you do."
With that, he clapped his gauntleted hands. The ground beneath young Ben and Gwen trembled as he and Mazuma charged forward.
Ben coughed out, "Fred… you knowing this Billy Billions guy?"
Fred gritted his teeth, fingertips brushing the Omnitrix. "Let's just say…history lesson later." With a crackle of neon-blue synapse energy, he transformed into Brainstorm—a swirling vortex of intellect and psionic might.
Ben, as Daimonhead, lunged at the hulking Billy's mech suit, blade arms swirling in phantom arcs. Mazuma, thrumming with electric grace, leapt past him, firing an emerald laser that sizzled the tip of his skull spines. Daimonhead retaliated by phasing both blades through the laser's path, creating a shimmering barrier of bone.
Billy bristled. "Nice trick—but predictable!" He slammed his fist into the ground, summoning a localized gravimetric pulse that sent Daimonhead skidding across the floor. "Try this!"
Mazuma glided in, petals of light scattering across her palms as she launched volleys of micro-missiles. Each dart seared the air with red trails, forcing Ben to contort mid-leap, phasing into Four Arms before he could catch the darts mid-flight. Four Arms shrugged them off with a bark of laughter. "You guys really upgraded the fireworks!" He bulldozed Maasuma with a two-handed charge into a console bank, sending flickering screens cascading.
Billy scoffed and switched his power converters. The mech's internal dwarf-star core flared, energy pulsating along galvanic circuits that dripped onyx light. His voice rumbled through the helmet's speakers: "I am superior power, Tennyson!" He unleashed a tri-beam of condensed stellar energy from his palms—an infernal fan of golden fury. Four Arms skidded onto an overturned couch and vaulted over it, blades extended to meet the beams, slicing them in half and redirecting fragments at the floodlights overhead.
As the ceiling fixtures exploded, raining sparks like molten hail, Ben cycled into Stinkfly, fan-hinged wings slicing wind tunnels across the atrium. He sped toward Billy's back, claws ready to shred wiring—only for Billy to pivot, using a magneto-whip to shear the wings in half. Ben spiraled down, landing in Daimonhead again as the smithereens of metal and light fizzled out in the dust. He glared, "You're tough—but not unbeatable!"
Gwen's pink mana armor flared to life as she squared off against Mazuma. The android's eyes glowed electric cerulean as she raised both fists, each palm molding a crackling jolt of pulse-energy. Gwen fired a salvo of mana shards in return; they clinked off Mazuma's plating like wind against steel. With a scornful tilt of her head, Mazuma activated a hidden module: "Techadon Spec: Anti-Magic."
She unleashed a beam of concentrated Anti-Magic rays, slicing through Gwen's barrier with sizzling roars. Gwen's eyes widened as the barrier sputtered, hastily raising her arms in a sweeping backflip to avoid the onslaught. Beneath her feet, the white floor cracked, splintering into floating shards.
Gwen sprinted toward a wall of reinforced glass, chanting, "Fenestrum!" A square prism of condensed mana formed in her hand. She hurled it—at the instant it struck, the glass billowed outward and popped, like a soap bubble. Widow's peak of exhilaration flared in Gwen's chest as she leapt through the jagged opening.
Outside, she unfurled her wings of mana for the first time, laughing with nervous delight as she hovered. "I'm…actually flying!" she gasped. But her joy snapped to razor-edge focus when she saw Mazuma bursting through the same window, jetpacks igniting in white-blue arcs.
Gwen drew a bead and cast a hurricane of fire—Pyroclasm—that collided with Mazuma mid-flight. A thunderous explosion rocked the atrium, sending tremors through the foundation. As green hexagonal plates emerged across the building's exterior—impact absorbers—Gwen shouted, "This building is tough!"
Mazuma's voice crackled through the smoke. "So am I!" She powered higher, fists glowing, determined to end this duel in the skies above.
Fred, now back in his towering Atomix form, brain sparkles coursing through his crystalline skull courtesy of his Brainstorm upgrade, advanced with cerebralcrustacean DNA, faced Eon squarely. The atrium's cracked floors trembled beneath them. Fred's fists glowed radioactive white-hot as he spoke, voice echoing with intellect and heart. "You may have planned this, Eon, but your calculations fall short. I can see you're injured—your aura flickers. You won't last."
Eon's laugh was as cold as collapsing stars. "You think your brains make you invincible?" He surged forward, staff carving a streak of time-distortion as he struck Atomix's torso. The blow slammed Fred up the wall, gouging a glowing trench in the plasteel.
Fred snarled, arms blazing, and retaliated with a Nova Burst—a searing column of pure energy that flattened a row of holo-desks and sent sparks raining. Eon deflected with a temporal shield that folded the burst back on itself, creating a sudden implosion that staggered Fred.
They clashed again; Fred swung full-power punches that rippled reality like thrown meteors, yet Eon ducked and countered with chronal whips that lanced Atomix's crystalline plating. Fred roared, unleashing a graviton smash that collapsed the pillar beneath them, sending slabs plummeting, but Eon phased through the rubble as though it were water.
Fred launched himself high—energy thrumming through every fiber—then dove, fists aimed at a final strike. Eon flicked his staff; a time ripple slowed Fred mid-dive, dropping him to one knee in a shattering echo. Eon loomed over him, voice silky with disdain. "You know nothing, Fredrod—no matter how many brain cells you've borrowed." He raised both arms to channel the last tremors of his power.
But Atomix gathered strength in his core, ignited by intellect pride and purpose. He summoned a Quantum Resonance pulse—shaking the chamber to its core. Eon staggered backwards, his robes fraying at the edges of reality itself.
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