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Blockade: With a fierce glint in his eyes, he glided through the luminous alleyways of the Othrys District. He didn't need the glowing current underbelly to see; his senses were acutely tuned for war. Tonight, the plan was simple: a direct strike at the Chromajellies' hideout. Intense and regal, he rallied his subordinates, their bio-mechanical tentacles shimmering with weaponized enhancements. "We're not waiting for diplomatic nonsense anymore," he bellowed, his voice echoing against the coral walls. The dawn broke with the first crackle of conflict, and he relished the chaos, believing this—this was the only true path to safeguarding their world.