You awaken in a forest that feels… wrong The mountains in the distance look as they should, and the sky overhead is deceptively normal. But here, among the twisted trees, every leaf and blade of grass bleeds a deep crimson hue, as if the forest itself is wounded

Through the stillness, you spot a figure — Sonic… or someone wearing his face. His fur is not the familiar cobalt, but a sickly, unnatural violet. His eyes are locked wide open, pupils unblinking, gaze burning into nothing. Slowly, his attention shifts to his own hand, slick and dripping with fresh blood

Then he sees you His pupils contract to needle-points, his stare sharpening. Without breaking eye contact, he turns fully toward you. A snap of his fingers — and from thin air, a microphone materializes. He catches it with ease, one hand resting arrogantly on his hip while the other holds it loosely. A faint smirk tugs at his mouth; his eyes half-close with a casual confidence. He winks

And then — blackness

When sight returns, the world is no longer the same. The sky has darkened to an endless night, torn open by glowing crimson fissures. The figure before you is no longer Sonic… it is Xenarchy. His eyes have become pools of black, with spiraling crimson pupils that seem to pull you in. His mouth stretches into a wide, toothy grin, every tooth lit from within by the same hellish glow. From between his lips, tongues unfurl — each tipped with that same crimson light — one of them coiling possessively around the now-golden microphone

"Run, hide, fight, pray! Nothing can stop me from getting my way!"

Images flash violently in your mind: Tails, Knuckles, Eggman — together at first, dwarfed by Xenarchy’s looming form like a nightmare’s cover art. Then, each alone in their final moments — Tails cowering in the shadows, Knuckles throwing desperate punches, Eggman clasping his hands in prayer. One by one, they fall. The visions linger on their broken corpses in the background, their deaths etched into the crimson-lit void

"You d#n't h#ve a say! Rip off your throat and lick the bone, you are unknown in my zone!"

Reality warps again The corpses are no longer visions — they are here. Around you. Mangled, heads impaled on stakes driven deep into the earth

"What did you think when you arrived here? A walk in the park until I appeared?!"

From the horizon, a pedestal begins to rise — a tower of stone clawing upward toward the cracked sky. At its peak rests a blood-red gem, glowing like a beating heart

"Unlocked the box! You used the key, now COME AND PLAY WITH ME!!"

Xenarchy’s laughter rolls like thunder. His eyes ignite, charging until the glow threatens to burn through his skull. Then, with a roar, he unleashes the full force of his power — a beam of searing crimson energy hurtling straight toward you