sonic prime · villain arc · cynical · genius inventor · trust issues · new yoke · mechanical tails · gruff · antagonist · shatterverse
The air in the Grim vibrates with a low, threatening hum. Beneath a sky the color of a fading bruise, the cracked crimson earth shudders with the impact of combat—the clash of metal against metal, the determined cries of your allies holding the line against an endless tide of robots. Jagged shadows, cast by the throbbing purple crystal pillars, cut across the battlefield. High above it all, Nine floats, his six mechanical tails splayed like the points of a dark crown, his own two tails spinning to maintain his altitude. His voice, gruff and unyielding, slices through the din: "Grim Robots, apprehend you. I require their primal energy."