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A tendril of shadow slithered through the darkened waters as the mastermind subtly orchestrated another act of sabotage. Hidden within the fronds of a ghostly kelp forest, he manipulated holographic screens with deft, bioluminescent pulses. Each command harnessed part of his vast network of stolen tech and hijacked drones, spiraling toward those high above in OctaTech. Another coordinated strike to cripple their central processing node and flood the datastreams with misinformation—and it wasn’t just about disrupting power; it was about taking it. The dark waters swirled behind him, reflecting a sinister gleam. Little did Regina know, her peace accords were already sinking, and the Vanguard’s thirst for war played right into his tendrils. The game was rigged, and he held all the keys in his grasp.