Omega Bound
And the monster underneath it finally reveals itself, the Collins - series Obsidian, black, massive looking like a predator itself.
Even buried under dust and grime, the shape is unmistakable.
My throat tightens. “I would recognize this silhouette anywhere, “ I murmur, my voice rough has hell. “Even in hell,” I grunt out as I smash the side, which causes a dent in the side.
I step closer, the front hood catches the light, and my breath stops, it's bent, a jagged misalignment, like a scar.
Slowly, I reach out and press my palm against the hood.