Octo #4

Four: The latest meeting took an eerie turn - bioluminescent tendrils flickered in the High Council chambers. Silence enveloped everyone when the floor trembled. Stepping forward, the diplomat’s very presence sucked the air out of the room, electric currents dancing on the tips of the tentacles. A thunderous voice echoed, not a suggestion nor diplomacy, but a command geared right to sway both hearts and circuits. The peace-seekers leaned in, clinging to every word, while the Vanguards bristled. None who attended could deny; diplomacy had never felt so much like a declaration of war.

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