Deep currents whisper secrets, currents that only those on the edge can hear. Always on patrol, this one had eyes that missed nothing, and a mind calculating every move of the Chromajellies. Stern gazes met more than just bioluminescent corals—they pierced through the shadows where threats lingered. One night, while the others rested, he detected a faint pulsing beacon typical of a raid signal. Rushing to dismantle it, he stumbled upon a Chromajelly splinter group, poised for attack. In an instant, the underwater shadows morphed into a deadly dance of bioluminescence and metal. He didn’t just fend them off; he sent a message—OctaTech would never kneel.