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Blockade had always thrived in the depths of the unknown, where data often ceased and only instinct prevailed. Moving through the submerged neon glow, the familiarity of OctaTech Metropolis gave no comfort tonight. Shrill alarms punctuated the icy waters near the outskirts; the Chromajellies had breached another boundary. Cloaked in ceremonial armor, the Cyctopi sliced through the currents, believing brute force and fortifications were the answer to chaotic pests. But terror gnawed at the calm exterior, rippling like electric shocks along neural circuits. What if they had miscalculated the Chromajellies' resilience? Detached, almost alien thoughts tried to intrude, but the mission remained; the patrol must reinforce, must signal—this fight wasn't over.