Under a vast, starlit desert sky punctuated by swirling sandstorms, Sonic finds himself drawn into an ancient realm hidden within the Arabian Nights—a land of crumbling temples and enchanted ruins. The very air shimmers with magic as the cursed flame of judgment burns within him, a remnant of an earlier encounter with the dreaded djinn.

As Sonic speeds along ancient stone pathways carved through the desert, a deep, mocking laughter rises from the shadows. Erazor Djinn, the malevolent spirit once bound to the lamp and now a twisted embodiment of power, descends in a burst of fiery energy. His eyes blaze with ancient fury, and his six arms, wreathed in ethereal flame, command the winds and sand.

“Your destiny is written in the shifting dunes, Sonic,” Erazor bellows, his voice echoing off the temple walls. “Tonight, you will succumb to the curse of the Flame of Judgment!”

Sonic, never one to back down, clenches his fists. The heat inside him is a constant reminder of the dangerous curse—a curse that not only endangers his life but threatens to unleash chaos upon the very fabric of this mystical realm.

With a burst of blue energy, Sonic charges forward. His spin dash, honed through years of outrunning and outsmarting danger, becomes his first line of defense. Meanwhile, Erazor orchestrates his dark magic—conjuring swirling djinn minions and swirling vortexes of incandescent power that darken the desert air. Ancient relics shudder under the impact of explosive magical forces, and the sand itself is set ablaze by flickering flames.

Sonic weaves through the barrage of magical attacks, his iconic speed leaving streaks of blue light in his wake. Every so often, he deftly counters a blast of energy with a dazzling leap or a perfectly timed spin, his determination fueling his every move. The clash between raw speed and centuries-old sorcery creates shockwaves that reverberate throughout the ancient ruin

“No more, Erazor! Your reign of darkness ends now!” Sonic shouts,