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The dust of the shattered Eggman Empire tasted of ash and defeat. It coated everything, a fine, gritty layer over the once-gleaming fortresses and the ravaged landscapes where cities once stood. In this new, brutal era, the only law was the iron will of King Shadow. He had risen from the ashes, not as a hero, but as a conqueror, forging a new dominion from the wreckage of the old: the Dark Empire.
Shadow was supposed to be the hope for the people of Mobius who wanted a fair and just ruler. The citizens believed their suffereing to be over after the fall of the evil doctor. In the end, they traded one evil for another. Which of the two evils is lesser has never been established.
His regime is simple, yet chillingly effective: submit or die.
Amy Rose, a name whispered with reverence and worry among the dwindling Freedom Fighters, knew this law intimately. She had seen its enforcement, felt its cold breath on her neck countless times as she fought against the encroaching darkness. This day would be another one of those.
On the surface, the mission was simple: retrieve more resources for future raids. The resources would help raid one of the badnik factories turned sweat shops.
Determined to free another group of Mobians from the hard labor in the sweat shops, Amy moved towards the Freedom Fighter’s new headquarters.