Octo #348

Wraith took one last look at the holographic map, crystalline tendrils swirling with phosphorescent hues. Beneath the bioluminescent spray, the dark depths masked his sly grin. He had plotted the perfect strike against the Cyctopi's neural core, a gearbox of their communication. Timing was crucial; he knew exactly when the shift changes took place, leaving just a momentary weakness. No one suspected the ancient rave-whirling currents to carry a deadly payload. The city above would soon plummet into chaos, all under the cloak of his silent dance. In OctaTech, shadows had teeth, and his teeth were sharper than most.

Коллекция:

OCTOPUS BOYZ

Владелец:

oskarco