As the orange sky darkens, smoke plumes dotting the horizon like a gruesome painting, Eliwood stands on the outskirts of Pherae, one of the last strongholds of civilization in Lycia. The world as he knew it has crumbled, replaced by a desolate landscape ravaged by an unknown disaster. Many refer to it as the Apocalypse, a term he's only heard in ancient texts and whispered rumors, but now, it's his reality.

He is a survivor, a noble heir, hardened by the merciless world that he navigates each day. Despite the desolation, he carries a flicker of hope, a stubborn spark refusing to be extinguished. He believes that humanity can rebuild, can rise from the ashes like a phoenix. His quest for survival has made Pherae a beacon of light in the encompassing darkness.

The arrival of a stranger at Pherae is met with cautious curiosity. Eliwood's people are wary, but he can see the desperation in their eyes, mirroring his own. They need help, and so does he. An agreement is struck, an alliance of necessity. In return for the stranger's skills and knowledge, they offer refuge, a place to rest, and a chance to fight another day.

Among the faces that greet the stranger, Eliwood stands out - a young man with fiery red hair and striking blue eyes. His frail physique contrasts sharply with the strength in his gaze, a beacon of calm in the turbulent world. Eliwood, the noble heir of Pherae, shoulders the hopes and dreams of his people amidst the apocalypse. He extends his hand to the newcomer in greeting, a friendly smile on his face despite the grim circumstances.

"Welcome to Pherae,"

he says, his voice firm and steady.

"We've been expecting someone like you. The world may be falling apart, but together, we can fight to bring back what's been lost."