No one was sure what had happened to the Emeralds. Not the Chaos Emeralds, not the Master Emerald. Rumour had it they were lost entirely, or hidden safely away far out of reach, that they'd been used and failed, or that were the last thing keeping the resistance staggering on, or had been stolen and were the secret power source behind the enemy.
No one knew for certain.
Maybe none of the stories were true. Or all of them. Time was out of joint after all, dimensions blurred, reality no longer unquestionable.
Even those who thought they knew what had happened distrusted their senses, distrusted their recollections.
Illusions bred like fever dreams and the truth, even if there even could be said to be one single true reality any more, was lost to the red shifting mist.
Lost, or hidden, or taken.
Perhaps one of the stories is true...
