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With a gaze that could cut through the murkiest depths, the octopus set his sights on the Chromajellies' latest hideout. He wasn't content with just patrolling the perimeters or monitoring security feeds from a distance. No, he was in the heart of it, claws deep in the enemy's territory. By dawn's light, he'd already taken out two sentries, their bioluminescent glow fading into the abyss. Undeterred, he pressed on toward the core of their operation, data spikes hot in his grasp. The High Council called for patience, but to him, only immediate action could secure OctaTech Metropolis. One way or another, he'd ensure their survival, even if it meant swimming through a sea of chaos and conflict.