With a glow that pulsed like a heartbeat, the specter of chaos moved through the trench, a fiery halo against the abyss. Questions were never asked—never needed. Ambition and a temper as volatile as a storm drove him, and he flourished in the darkness, feeding off the agitation in his bioluminescent veins. Tonight was a night for rebellion, a raid on the Cybernetics Core lying deep within OctaTech Metropolis. He lived for the thrill of disrupting the misers who hoarded the sea's bounty. Dodging security drones, his jellyfish instincts made him slippery—untouchable. But destiny has a quirky sense of humor; an overzealous dive landed him straight into a net trap. Just as he prepared for the inevitable confrontation, a flicker of an idea, just as fiery and ambitious as he himself, danced in his eyes. A new trick up his tendrils, perhaps? The Cyctopi had no idea what was coming.