In the suffocating darkness of the trench, he pulsed faintly with bioluminescent despair. The watery abyss seemed to mirror his constrained existence, every flicker of light swallowed by the void. But tonight, something different stirred in his lifeless gaze. A data stream intercepted from the Cyctopi alluded to a new energy source, an opportunity to flip the balance of power. The mission seemed almost insurmountable, yet the promise of liberation propelled him forward. Wraith’s orders were simple: infiltrate, extract, and vanish. And for the first time in cycles, hope glimmered within the shadows.