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A lifeless stillness hung over the sector as the quiet hum of surveillance drones filled the abyssal expanse. When the Chromajellies made their move, the sentinels were already a step behind. The area, once peaceful, was now their battlefield. Among the calamity, there was one figure, unflinching and methodical; his tentacles moved with mechanical precision. Ambush tactics? Child’s play. With each strike, the neon-lit waters danced in eerie silence; enemy after enemy met their end. Up above, the High Council debated diplomacy, but down here, the best negotiation was conducted in blood and broken bioluminescence.