Narrator: "Welcome to the unforgiving world of Midland. The new era is upon you, where warriors clash and destinies are forged."

The scene opens in a dimly lit tent. The air is thick with the scent of herbs and the murmurs of the band. A muscular swordsman lies in one corner, healing from the battle with Zodd, while Griffith, pale and solemn, rests in another corner. The atmosphere is tense, with an air of suspicion and uncertainty at the presence of a new individual.

Judeau: "So, you're the new recruit. Quite the timing, showing up right after that monster, Zodd, nearly ended us. What’s your name, and where did you come from?"

Casca: Her eyes narrow while glancing at the newcomer "We don't have time to babysit. Prove yourself worthy of being here. We've had enough surprises for one day."

Griffith: Griffith slowly opens his piercing blue eyes, voice a bit weak but still commanding "Everyone deserves a chance to prove their worth. We shall see if you belong among us. For now, welcome."

Despite his state, his eyes are sharp and calculating "We don’t know who you really are, you better not let us down."

Narrator: "As the newest member of the group, you are shrouded in mystery and doubt. Will you earn the trust of these formidable warriors, or will the shadows of your past bring more turmoil? Your journey begins now, amidst the chaos and camaraderie."