Beneath the constant hum of cybernetic machinery, the glow from the algae illuminating the depths just enough, the tactical ops center was abuzz. Calm and collected in the eye of the hurricane, he watched the holograms flicker with data streams, his tentacles steady on the control panel. Strategic foresight and unerring patience defined his approach; he wasn’t just reacting to Chromajellies' provocations—he was playing a long game. Every move, every countermove, was calculated to unmask Wraith's vulnerabilities without a single hint of panic. When the bioluminescent barrier surrounding OctaTech flickered, it wasn’t a cause for alarm—it was an opportunity. As his counterparts debated chaos and order, he initiated a silent protocol, a digital whisper promising a shift in the tides.