In the sunless depths, where light dares not venture and shadows rule, he floated like a sentinel. His tendrils, glowing faintly with bioluminescence, rippled in the current, detecting every vibration—a telltale sign of the cautious beast he was. For weeks now, he had been on surveillance duty, ensuring Wraith's plans were executed flawlessly. Eyes ever-watchful, they had spotted a squad of Cyctopi Vanguards scouting near one of their hidden bio-factories. With a flick of a tentacle, he sent an encoded pulse to notify Wraith. The message clear: intrusion imminent. He vanished into the blackness, knowing the trap was set and that tonight, the Chromajellies would send a chilling reminder to their foes above.