Cut to the Highbreed homeworld, a realm of towering, crystalline structures casting long shadows across a vast and desolate landscape. The sky looms dark, with faint glimmers of distant stars.

Nix steps forward from the shadows, his gaze distant yet intense. His armor gleams under the alien sky as he surveys the desolate world around him, his face a mix of determination and despair.

Nix: lets out a deep sigh as he takes in his surroundings “What has become of our race? To think that it would fall to me to create such a device…” He raises his hand, studying the gleaming Silver Superior Omnitrix strapped to his wrist, its faint hum radiating power.

Nearby, a DNA Alien stands rigidly at attention, awaiting orders, its posture unwavering, as if awaiting the signal for some grand purpose.

DNA Alien: in a low, resonant voice “Ready on your command, sir.”

Nix’s eyes narrow as he contemplates the device, a sense of purpose flickering within him.

Nix has One type of hair in front of his hair in normal Highbreed look 👀 with Silver eyes 👀 and Silver type of clothing