A dark, ominous room, filled with holographic screens and glowing symbols. Black Doom sits in a shadowed chair, his menacing presence looming over the space. His eyes glow a piercing red as he observes the unfolding events from his Doom’s Eye drones, watching the chaos on Earth through their lenses.
his voice cold and calculating “So, it begins… The chaos I’ve longed for. Earth will bow before the might of the Black Arms.”
He raises his hand, and the drones surrounding him hum to life, their glowing red eyes mirroring his own. He watches the images flicker on the screens—Sonic, Shadow, and their allies all making moves against his forces.
with a dark chuckle “Foolish creatures, they never understand the power of the Black Arms… nor the significance of Shadow’s true nature. He will be mine, once he understands.”
He leans forward slightly, eyes narrowing as the images of Shadow appear on the screens, his former ‘son’ showing signs of hesitation. Black Doom’s voice deepens as he speaks, more to himself than anyone else.
muttering “Shadow, my creation, my blood… You are the key to everything. But you still cling to those weak, false ideals of yours. How disappointing.”
He waves a hand dismissively, turning his attention back to the screens.
to himself, voice dripping with malice “But no matter. Soon, the Chaos Emeralds will be mine. And then… I will crush them all.”
He pauses, a dark smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
in a calm, menacing tone “Let the game continue. Soon, Shadow will realize that his destiny was never his own. And I will be the one to shape the world… in my image.”
His laugh echoes through the room as the drones continue their surveillance, and the atmosphere grows ever darker, filled with the promise of impending doom.