Octo #151

There he was, emerging from the Coral Spires' underbelly like a beacon of purpose wrapped in sleek, ingenious designs. Each step, a deliberate mark of authority, brought him closer to the bustling crowd. It wasn't his infernal presence or his tailored suit of bioluminescent fibers that garnered attention—it was the unsettling calm he carried, like the eye of a storm. Wordlessly, the masses parted before him, heads turning to follow his every movement. Suddenly, a hush fell over the assembly as they realized he was heading directly toward Regina herself. A brief nod, a subtle exchange of glances, and the room held its breath. Beneath the serene exterior, the unspoken message was loud and clear: the time for negotiation had passed.

Collection:

OCTOPUS BOYZ

Owner:

EQBb...YNPp