Octo #654

In the depths, where light fades into the murky abyss, a sly figure weaved through the currents, tendrils shifting like whispers. Not a fighter by nature, he thrived on conversations cloaked in deceit and favors paid in silence. He didn't need to be seen; his influence flowed through the ranks of the Chromajellies like an unseen current, steering them toward chaos and clink. One day, he approached a disillusioned Cyctopi engineer, spinning tales of the High Council's corruption, of resources wasted on futile diplomacy. The engineer, once loyal to Regina, now found himself slipping schematics for the city's defenses into his manipulative grasp. With a grin as cold as the trench's waters, he knew the tide was turning - not by force, but by the art of persuasion.

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OCTOPUS BOYZ

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