What's your name?

What's that? I can't hear you!

From now on, your name is "Liberator," to remind you what you're fighting for.

Player: "Sir, yes, sir."

You will be trained in the Empyrean Crucible. Your training sessions will all be team efforts. You don't fight alone in Balaurea, and you don't train alone either.

Training is not a game. It's about survival. That means you don't stop until either you or your opponents are dead.

Are you ready?

Player: Accept.

When your team beats Stage 3, the Trans of Fire and Wind, come see me.

Off to the Recordkeeper with you!

Player: "Sir, I won't let you down, sir!"

Well, little Liberator. Are you training hard?

Player: "We got the Trans!"

(He calls off to the side.) Hey, Perbano! Did this little mudslime really make it to Stage 3?

Well, sounds like you've done a bang-up job. For this, I'll give you a better title.

But you're still a mudslime, maybe someday to become a stinking mudslime. Hah! Stinking in the craw of the Balaur.