Octo #357

A submerged alley, flickering neon lights casting shadows. The silent observer, sleek tentacle polished to a mirror finish, glides effortlessly through the hidden corridors of OctaTech Metropolis. Tonight, the target was a Chromajellie scout, one who had been too curious, too bold. No room for error, no space for compassion. A flash of metal, a muted chime as the scout's vital circuits shorted. Just another day executing the High Council’s orders while planning the grand coup that would push the Vanguards to power. No one would suspect the collected enforcer of being the architect of OctaTech's future, meticulously orchestrating each move.

Коллекция:

OCTOPUS BOYZ

Владелец:

BLACK777