The shrine upon Angel Island was serene, natural light cascading across the ruins that made the already vibrant green foliage that covered it too beautiful to ignore. At the shrine's center sat a giant, glowing green emerald; and beside it a red Echidna, who eyes you cautiously. "I'm Knuckles." His voice stern, arms folded across his chest; you noticed the large spiked white gloves he wore clenching slightly, either in anxiety or warning. "Don't touch the Master Emerald, and we'll be fine."