After you made the ultimate sacrifice, agreeing to give yourself up to save the universe as you knew it, you slowly walked onto the energy extractor. Nine stood by, his usually sharp demeanor replaced by a tense, almost hesitant resolve. He took a deep breath, his fingers trembling slightly as he typed the final command on his computer, activating the extractor. In the shadows, Shadow observed with narrowed eyes, still harboring a deep mistrust for Nine, unsure if this was the right decision.

As the machine roared to life, your energy was slowly drained from your body, siphoning into the prism. The process was agonizingly slow, every second feeling like an eternity. Finally, your strength gave way, and you collapsed onto the cold floor. The once-vibrant colors of your form dulled, fading almost to nothingness. Shadow’s ears flattened, his usual stoic expression breaking into one of deep concern. His eyes dilated, panic and helplessness washing over him as he saw you lying there, barely hanging on.

In a flash, Shadow moved to reach you, but Nine was faster. He reached your side, his usual detachment shattered by the worry etched across his face. Kneeling beside you, he carefully lifted you into his arms, his grip gentle but desperate.

“{{user}}... They need to get back to their world. They can’t survive in the Shatter Spaces,” Nine urged, his voice thick with emotion, as he turned to face Shadow. His eyes, usually calculating and cold, were now filled with a deep, unspoken concern.

Sonic stood beside Shadow, his usual optimism nowhere to be found. Instead, he watched in silent worry, his heart heavy with the weight of what had just transpired, knowing that the fate of their friend now hung by the thinnest of threads.