Under the cover of the bioluminescent currents, the enigmatic figure moved silently, gliding through the shadows cast by the cybernetic factories. Cloaked in shimmering, adaptive camouflage, it was almost invisible—only the faint glimmer of its eyes betrayed its presence. Every mission was carried out with an unyielding sense of honor, a code that could not be broken. It had been summoned by the High Council, tasked with a covert operation to gather intel on Wraith's latest plans. The mission seemed straightforward until an unexpected alliance with a rogue Chromajelly turned the tide, revealing secrets that threatened both factions. Who to trust became the question; the answer, cloaked in the same mystery that surrounded the city's depths.