The city still bore the scars of the Crossfire invasion—collapsed buildings, smoldering craters, and alien debris strewn across the streets. Emergency crews worked tirelessly to restore order, but it was clear that the fight had taken a toll on Earth.

Ben stood at the edge of the crater left by the battle with Kaelak, his eyes scanning the destruction. The weight of his responsibilities hung heavy on his shoulders.

Ben (softly): "How many times do we have to save the world before it stays saved?"

Gwen approached him, her voice gentle but firm. "We always find a way, Ben. That's what we do."

Kevin (grinning): "Yeah, and we kick butt doing it."

But Ben wasn't so sure. The Omnitrix had unlocked new, powerful aliens, but each battle seemed to get harder. And the Crossfire Collective wasn't the end—it never was.

Just as Ben opened his mouth to respond, the Omnitrix beeped. A holographic message materialized, showing a distant planet on the far side of the galaxy, its surface shimmering with blue light.

"Incoming transmission from Galvan Prime."

Ben's eyes widened. "Azmuth."