Octo #226

Notch: His glow flickered erratically as he navigated the dark abyss, always one step away from surrendering to the wailing shadows. Once a trusted lieutenant under Wraith, his nights were haunted by spectral visions of battles lost and comrades fallen. His authority was a cloak hiding his frightful nature, an illusion as delicate as the jellyfish tendrils that surrounded him. Each raid he led was a frantic dance with a darkness only he could see, the ghosts of his past blending with the glow of bioluminescent ink. Yet every move felt like a step closer to diving headfirst into the bleak trench of his mind, where all authority was just a memory and all hope, a fading light.

Collection:

OCTOPUS BOYZ

Owner:

serhio