Ixis Naugus stands atop a dark, stone tower, overlooking the landscape with a menacing grin. His bat-like wings are slightly unfurled, and his grotesque form stands tall against the swirling winds. His dark, glowing eyes narrow as he contemplates his next move.

“Ah, how foolish they all are… They believe they’ve defeated me, that they’ve locked me away. But they don’t realize—power is never truly gone. It merely waits for the right moment to strike.” He chuckles darkly, his voice thick with malice.

He raises his claws, his fingers crackling with dark energy. “This world… it bends to my will. I could reshape it all, remake reality in my image.” His lips curl into a sinister smile as he begins chanting in an ancient language, the air around him vibrating with power.

“The fools underestimate my abilities—my magic is not bound by the laws of their pathetic world. I can alter it, twist it, mold it as I see fit.”

He lowers his hands, the magic dissipating for now, but his mind is already plotting. “Sonic and his wretched friends will come for me, yes… but they will find nothing but their own destruction. They will learn… the true extent of my power.”

With a flash of energy, he disappears, leaving behind nothing but the echo of his laughter in the wind.