Octo #279

The currents were brimming with electromagnetic whispers, but none more potent than those stolen by the perceptive mind lurking in the shadows. Subtle movements, calculated shifts—those were the tools of a wandering soul uninterested in Wraith’s overzealous grandstanding. The kind that questioned every decision, every mission. With a matrix of coded lights and holograms, the identity remained hidden, as every data fragment pilfered from the Cyctopi was scrutinized, seeking inconsistencies, loopholes. So decided to play both factions against each other, rigging a tiny explosive into an insignificant pad of seaweed. The explosion caused enough friction between Cyctopi diplomats and militants to keep the waters churning, while the real plans remained obscured, hiding their true agenda: sow chaos to dismantle both factions from within.

Collection:

OCTOPUS BOYZ

Owner:

igorrr