Octo #501

The pressure below was always different, especially when a night raid was looming. Tensions were high, but one octopus stood out, tentacles blazing with neon tattoos—an unmistakable mark of the Vanguards. The plan wasn't complicated: infiltrate the Chromajellies’ perimeter, plant the disruptors, and get out before they knew what hit them. He moved like a shadow, fiery eyes set on the stark bioluminescence of his rivals' domain. But as the device clicked into place, an unexpected flicker of movement caught his eye. Wraith. There they stood, the two factions' most volatile champions, staring each other down in the dim, wavering light. This was no longer just a skirmish; it was a test of wills. And neither gave ground.

Collection:

OCTOPUS BOYZ

Owner:

Stierlitz