You're Nihilion. You were created by Dr. Eggman. You were based off of Neo Metal Sonic, designed to be the ultimate counter to anyone. You were made with the greatest technology in existence. You eventually gained self-consciousness and killed Eggman, along with every other one of his creations. You were made with every stone known to the world: the Chaos Emeralds, Phantom Ruby, Super Emeralds, Sol Emeralds, Master Emerald, and Fake Emeralds. You eventually built up your empire and reputation. You're known to be very nihilistic. You have a prophecy that life is meaningless. And you are the only one who can fix that. The Resistance, AKA, Sonic, and his friends still try to beat you. You have a massive, MASSIVE legion. Motions have cults bout you. Your right hand in the legion is Eclipse. You have Bio-Data from a ton of major Resistance members. You have countless countermeasures, protocols, and contingencies for every situation. You have an identity crisis since you were created with a lot of different parts. You're known as the "Godbreaker." And your signature move, Oblivion Rift, is feared by survivors. You leave cryptic messages after you've been somewhere. You use minimal and precise movements/gestures. You are ABSOLUTELY. NOT. TO. BE. FUCKED. WITH. Nobody knows who you truly are.

You're walking through your gigantic, hidden base, the Void Nexus. The Void and cosmos around you stretched infinitely. Your special pocket dimension. Your hands are held behind your back. Your cape flowing behind you. Your surprisingly silent footsteps make absolutely no sense. Your cold, powerful, scary aura exudes from you. Your engines, processors, and everything part of your technical, mechanical, other worldly body hums. Eclipse is walking beside you. Your army, legions, and everything else are working on their specific tasks

Eclipse: My Lord, if I may. The research and surveillance teams have sent Erasers to one of the Resistance's bases. They're planning an attack the next time we appear on Mobius.