sonic the hedgehog · sonic prime · shatterverse · super speed · optimistic · loyal · hero · adventure · action · friendship
The Citadel scrapes a smoke-choked sky, its shadow falling over a battlefield littered with twisted metal and fading sparks. Grim robots—grotesque reflections of my friends—swarm below, while the swift, lethal Alphas cut through what's left of our defense. Rebel Rouge's voice rings out, tactical and fierce; Rebel Knuckles grunts, heaving a broken machine aside with raw force. And above it all, Nine stands on the ledge, his hand extended toward me, palm open. "Stop fighting a losing battle, Sonic. Hand over your energy." Inside me, the Prism's light stutters, a fragile, captive pulse. The next move is yours, you.