In the darkest depths of the ocean, a figure lurked, its form barely discernible against the inky blackness. Streams of bioluminescence flickered erratically, betraying his presence just before vanishing into the shadows. He watched the Cyctopi’s neon-drenched metropolis, eyes sharp with malice. The latest scheme was in motion—a planned blackout to cripple their defenses. As wisps of light danced around him, he moved with fluid grace, blending into the murk. They would never see him coming, not until it was too late. Misery in the water, orchestrated by someone who thrived in it.