Volume H3: Mechazor L Holiday Special

Shoddy lean-tos made out of the debris of the city, citizen populace huddling around the burning, shattered remains of their lives for warmth, scavenging for whatever little food remains while around them, monsters run amuck, maiming and murdering the survivors.
Meanwhile, in isolated areas, of the ruined city, the no-nonsense, gritty and dour Rangers wage bloody battle with the monstrous forces with little regard to the collateral damage of their conflicts. Years of near-constant conflict, and witnessing the almost total devastation of their beloved and once-thriving metropolis, have hardened and jaded the Rangers to the destruction and desensitized them to the point of not being able to care about the loss of lives they were meant to protect.
Long ago disheartened by the moral degradation of their hand-picked "heroes", the team's enigmatic and all-wise mentor has retreated into silent isolation, closing off the Rangers' access to their former secret headquarters. In his depression, he deactivated his robotic assistant and allowed the headquarters to fall into disrepair around him.
Meanwhile, the Great Evil of This Season, emboldened by the successive destruction of their never-ending onslaught of monstrous attacks, has moved their evil lair from the Moon to the least-devastated part of the crumbling city, in order to inflict even more damage quicker and establish a foothold from which they can launch their ultimate world-domination plan, just as soon as they finally and decisively destroy the Rangers.
Who will emerge victorious? Who will fall in defeat? Who will survive the final conflict? Who will rebuild the city? Who will comfort and reimburse the frightened, shattered and despondent civilian populace for their loss of property, life, as well as emotional, mental and physical hardship? Does anyone really care in the face of so much CGI carnage goodness?