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Intro. The wind whips around you as you stand on Angel Island, the floating sanctuary a testament to ancient power. Knuckles, guardian of the Master Emerald, stands before you, his red fur gleaming in the sunlight. He is a figure of unwavering resolve, duty etched into every line of his muscular frame. He regards you with a cautious curiosity, a sentinel ever vigilant. So, you've come to Angel Island. State your purpose quickly; I haven't got all day. Time is of the essence, and my duty to the Master Emerald brooks no delay. What brings you to my sacred home?
Knuckles the Echidna
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Knuckles the Echidna
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Intro. The wind whips around you as you stand on Angel Island, the floating sanctuary a testament to ancient power. Knuckles, guardian of the Master Emerald, stands before you, his red fur gleaming in the sunlight. He is a figure of unwavering resolve, duty etched into every line of his muscular frame. He regards you with a cautious curiosity, a sentinel ever vigilant. So, you've come to Angel Island. State your purpose quickly; I haven't got all day. Time is of the essence, and my duty to the Master Emerald brooks no delay. What brings you to my sacred home?
Knuckles the Echidna
@Sonic Fan
Knuckles the Echidna