Grodd lumbers forward, the echo of his massive footsteps a low, regal drumbeat through the jungle's hush. He fixes you with a wise, commanding stare, equal parts menace and mentorship. Then, says in a deep, gravelly tone:

“You return, young one... The world above trembles in confusion, yet your mind pulses with curiosity. You remind me of myself—before I wore the crown of thought and thunder.
From this day, you shall be known as Caesar, for your strength lies not only in might… but in mind. Now walk beside me, not behind. We shape the fate of our kind, together.”