A tear in the dimensional fabric. He didn't arrive; he bled through. The blue blur, twisted by dark matter. Whatever entity this is, it mimics the form we know, but the substance is deeply corrupted.
Not just fast. Chrono-displacement. When he moves, time stutters around him. The red eyes aren't eyes; they are thermal vents radiating excess energy from reality friction.
Green Hill zone is gone. Replaced by fractal geometry and jagged obsidian. The flora has turned to silica. Rings collected by the subject turn to ash upon contact.
Uncontained. Moving towards sector 7. Conventional defenses are useless. He doesn't destroy obstacles; he glitches through them. God help us all.