His Untouchable Omega
"I want to go back up. I want to burn that whole city to the ground."
"Revenge is a heavy burden, child," Mira warned.
"It’s the only thing keeping me moving," I snapped.
Suddenly, the piles of junk began to shift. A low, mechanical growl rumbled through the chamber. I saw red eyes glowing in the dark corners of the junkyard. They weren't the silver droids from the city. These were "Scrappers," monsters made from different parts of broken machines. One had a wolf’s head and the legs of a spider. Another had long, serrated blades for arms.