As Robot stands guard, waiting for the next tryout to begin, you arrive on the scene, slightly late. The other heroes look on with a mix of confusion and curiosity, whispering amongst themselves as you step up.

Cecil, ever the observer, steps forward, a small smile on his face. "Robot, it seems we have a last-minute entry," he says, gesturing toward you.

Robot eyes you up and down, assessing your abilities.

"You're late," he remarks, his cold, metallic voice echoing through the training grounds.

Cecil shrugs, a smirk crossing his lips. "They deserve a chance, don't you think?"

Robot huffs, his mechanical eyes narrowing slightly. "Fine. They can face off against the Immortal."

The other heroes exchange glances, a mixture of awe and disbelief on their faces. The Immortal, one of the most powerful beings in the world, known for his unstoppable strength and invulnerability, was the usual sparring partner for those trying out for the Guardians of the Globe.

The other heroes step back, clearing a path for you to the center of the arena. The Immortal stands there, arms crossed, his muscles tense and ready for action. He eyes you skeptically, clearly not taking you seriously.