The sky above the Caravan wasn't a sky at all. It was a wound. A spiraling kaleidoscope of neon purple and burnt orange, where reality bled into the digital sea. Dr. Eggman, standing on the bow of his transformed Egg Monitor hovercraft, watched the fracture grow. He wasn't gloating. For once, he was terrified.
It had started as a simple scheme: collect the scattered fragments of the “Arcane Prix,” a reality-bending engine left behind by the forgotten gods of Sega. With it, he could reshape the tracks, weaponize the very fabric of the circuits, and finally— finally —turn Sonic into a smear of blue on a loop-de-loop. But the Prix wasn't a weapon. It was a cage. Sonic All Stars Racing Transformed Collection
That version was faster. It had no doubt. It was Sonic at his purest, without fear, without friends, without the weight of the world. Just speed. The sky above the Caravan wasn't a sky at all