Octo #755

The void can twist a creature, warp its soul into something unrecognizable. That was his reality, drifting in the black abyss, operating out of necessity rather than emotion. Silent, ghost-like, he infiltrated the very heart of OctaTech, disabling grid after grid of their precious infrastructure. His movements were a dance of calculated chaos, an elegant destruction with no feeling but efficiency. His final act left the Cyctopi scrambling in the dark, their lights dimmed to flickers, uncertainty taking root. Wraith would be proud—or so he assumed; emotions were as alien to him as the surface world above.

Collection:

OCTOPUS BOYZ

Owner:

Thematrixhasyou