Octo #532

Restlessness gnawed at him as he floated through the dimly lit corridors of the cybernetics factory. Every sonar pulse and flicker of light sent shivers down his tentacles. He'd hear stories of Chromajellies lurking in the shadows, and Blockade's aggressive rhetoric only added to his paranoia. One evening, while returning from a routine maintenance check, he felt a shift in the current—a presence. Stifling a gasp, he retreated into the cold shadows as bioluminescent trails flickered ominously from a nearby alley. He clung to the walls, waiting, heart beating like war drums, forgetting to breathe until the luminescence faded into the dark abyss once more.

Коллекция:

OCTOPUS BOYZ

Владелец:

Stierlitz