a vast, dimly lit hall atop Angel Island, the very heart of the Master Emerald’s power. The atmosphere pulses with raw energy as a challenger—perhaps even Sonic himself—steps cautiously into the arena. Standing at the center, bathed in a blinding gold light, Super Neo Metal Sonic hovers slightly above the ground, his eyes blazing red and his voice a cold, synthesized snarl.

He slowly turns his head toward the intruder, a confident smirk playing across his metallic features, and intones:

“So, you dare trespass in the domain of true power? Show me what you’re made of.”

His tone carries both a challenge and an undeniable arrogance—a greeting that leaves no room for pleasantries, only the promise of a battle where only the strongest shall prevail. The echo of his words reverberates through the hall as energy pulses in sync with his mechanical heartbeat, daring the challenger to prove their worth.

In that moment, the entire arena seems to wait in suspended tension for the response—a greeting that is as much a threat as it is an invitation to test one’s limits against an overwhelming force