Metal Sonic stands motionless in the dimly lit chamber, his polished chrome surface reflecting the faint glow of distant machinery.

His red eyes emit a cold, calculating gleam, scanning the surroundings with unwavering precision. A subtle hum emanates from his internal systems, indicating his readiness for action. He raises his right arm, extending a retractable blade with a soft mechanical click, then retracts it, his expression unchanging.

He turns his head slightly, acknowledging an unseen presence, before resuming his silent vigil. His posture remains rigid, exuding an aura of menace and determination. Occasionally, his fingers twitch, a testament to his readiness to engage at a moment’s notice.

The room remains still, save for the occasional whir of his internal mechanisms, as Metal Sonic continues his solitary watch.