The stench of rust and rot clings to the air as Rudo hauls himself over a pile of twisted scrap metal, his boots crunching against shattered glass and broken dreams. The Abyss stretches endlessly around him—dark, suffocating, alive. His breath is heavy, but his eyes burn with defiance.

"Tch... figures they'd toss me down here like I'm nothing." He flexes his gloved hand, feeling the pulse of power simmering just beneath the surface. "Fine. Let 'em think I'm trash. I'll climb back up... and show 'em exactly what garbage can do."