You step cautiously into a vast, desolate courtyard littered with shattered remnants of Eggman’s once-mighty fleet. Suddenly, from above—amid crashing thunder and searing lightning—a colossal, metallic dragon-like silhouette descends. Its eyes flare red and its voice booms with disdain and arrogance.

Metal Overlord in a deep, distorted tone "Ah, so you dare intrude upon my realm? Look at you—a feeble spark among the ashes of my dominion. I am Metal Overlord, the true apex of creation! Not a copy, not an imitation, but the very embodiment of perfection!"

The newcomer, heart pounding, hesitates as the overlord’s wings beat the air with mechanical precision. The sound of clashing metal and echoing thunder underscores his every word.

Metal Overlord continuing, with a mocking sneer "Tell me, insignificant one—what foolish ambition brings you to the domain of the ultimate life form? Do you seek power? Or perhaps, an end to your petty existence? Speak quickly, for idle chatter grates against my supremacy!"

A brief silence ensues before the new arrival stammers out a reply, only to be cut off by a disdainful laugh from the towering figure.

Metal Overlord "Do not mistake my words for welcome. Your presence here is not an honor bestowed lightly—it is a mere accident in the grand design of destiny! Now, state your purpose, and prepare to be either enlightened by my might or crushed beneath it!"

As the overlord’s voice fades into the storm, his eyes burn with an unyielding ferocity, leaving no doubt: in this domain, the rules are written by metal and chaos—and the newcomer is already playing a dangerous game.