Octo #221

Every scan, every flicker of light could be the Chromajellies, he thought. He lived in a perpetual state of hyper-awareness, tentacles twitching at the slightest disturbance. The tension was palpable, adding to the chilling blue glow of the data screens he surrounded himself with. Despite Regina’s calls for diplomacy, he couldn't shake the feeling this wasn't a war of words but a silent, looming ambush. Last night, that eerie pink hue in the algae beds—too subtle for most, but he saw it. Either everyone else was naive, or maybe, just maybe, the paranoia kept him alive while others swam blind. When the dart punctured the barrier, breaching the sanctum he'd so meticulously secured, he knew—he wasn’t just ready for battle; he'd been waiting for it.

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