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Under the neon-glow of OctaTech Metropolis, a storm brewed beneath the surface, both literally and figuratively. The thunderous individual stood at the edge of the bioluminescent coral barrier, indifferent to the turmoil that awaited beyond. To them, the chaos was a challenge, a rebellion against the High Council's cautious diplomacy. With defiance etched into every move, they set their neural circuits and propulsion systems to maximum, ready to breach the coral and face whatever came their way. No fear, just adrenaline and the promise of shaking the depths up, one digital wave at a time. As the dark, trench-waters swallowed them whole, a singular thought prevailed: they're not pre-emptive strikes if you’re the storm itself.