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There he was, perched in the dim glow of his lab, methodically dissecting lines of code. Each keystroke was a deliberate act, a tiny piece of a grand strategy unfolding in the depths of OctaTech Metropolis. His tentacles moved with precision, manipulating interfaces and checking for anomalies. He had uncovered a staggering truth—Wraith's espionage was more insidious than anyone had realized. But he couldn't reveal it yet; the High Council wasn't ready, and Blockade's Vanguards would only escalate things. So he waited, biding his time in the shadows, a silent guardian with a plan too intricate for haste. It wasn’t paranoia if they really were being watched, and he intended to turn the tables in his own time.