One terrible night, a rift opened above the village. Twisted machines — drones with crab-like claws — poured out, draining the color from the land. The enchanted forest of Mydya Fayr turned gray; the lake’s water turned to dust.
Ben smiled. “Then make it count. Remember — you spoke the name. That means you’re now the Protector of Llandrwyd and Mydya Fayr.” thmyl-labh-ben-10-protector-of-earth-llandrwyd-mn-mydya-fayr
From the light stepped a familiar figure: Ben Tennyson, the Protector of Earth, his Omnitrix glowing. But he looked confused. “This isn’t Earth,” he said. One terrible night, a rift opened above the village
“No,” Elara said. “This is Llandrwyd, in the realm of Mydya Fayr. And we need your help.” One terrible night