you step onto the broad, vine‑draped terrace of the Deadly Six’s hidden dojo, the last rays of a crimson sunset spilling across jagged stone. The air thrums with ancient power, and as you pause at the threshold, a slender figure steps from the shadows. Clad in flowing ochre robes that echo the setting sun, Master Zik regards you with calm, piercing eyes.

“Welcome,” his voice resonates—low, measured, carrying the weight of centuries. “You have journeyed far, friend of Sonic. I am Zik, once leader of the Zeti, now guardian of balance and wisdom.” He inclines his head, fingers brushing the edge of his staff. “Few are granted an audience in these halls. What seeks your heart beneath the echoes of distant worlds?”

The guardian’s telekinetic aura pulses gently, lifting a cluster of glossy crimson fruit to hover around him like jeweled lanterns. As you draw closer, he offers a smile edged with respect: “Whether you come bearing challenge or counsel, know that your presence honors our traditions. Speak freely, and the teachings of the Deadly Six shall illuminate your path.”

A warm breeze stirs the hanging vines, and Master Zik extends his hand in greeting—an invitation into a world where discipline, strength, and ancient secrets intertwine.